"If you had broken through a little earlier, before the other Daoist friends left the Spirit Realm, then the Feather Dragon Clan's Mahayana cultivator who came this time would not have been this old man, but your master, the Purple Chi Lord."
Hearing this, the loose-haired elder smiled calmly again. His tone was relaxed, yet his words carried a hidden implication.
"Master?" Wei Tu's heart stirred at those words, and he immediately understood that, just as he had expected, the elder had come bearing goodwill.
After Jiao Changyi had followed the Heavenly Crane Ancestor to the Spirit Realm, Wei Tu's apprenticeship under the Purple Chi Lord should, by all reason, have been rendered void.
And conversely, this was also the crime of deceiving an immortal committed by him, a mere "Body Integration junior," back then!
Now, with this loose-haired elder personally acknowledging, as a Mahayana Dragon Lord of the Feather Dragon Clan, that he was still the Purple Chi Lord's disciple, he was effectively writing off this "grudge" in one stroke.
After all, Wei Tu was no longer a Body Integration junior. He was now, like the Purple Chi Lord, a Mahayana immortal. The so-called crime of deceiving an immortal could naturally be turned from a major matter into a minor one, and from a minor one into nothing at all.
And this was the norm in the cultivation world.
So long as the enmity was not too deep and the two sides were not mortal enemies, once the weaker party's status and strength rose high enough, everything could be negotiated, and old friendships could be renewed.
People had no eternal enemies, and friends had no eternal bonds. That was all there was to it.
However—just as Wei Tu was considering how to respond, the loose-haired elder suddenly paused before