Luo Tianjin and the other two did not hesitate for long. They obediently lowered their heads and performed a Daoist salute.
Only then did Layman Luoshan reveal a satisfied "smile."
Wang Jixuan understood as well.
Layman Luoshan was not merely ferociously powerful now; its status in ancient times had been even more formidable.
That made sense. A single Severed Finger had crushed eight Golden Immortal Elders. When its true body had still been alive, it could only have been stronger.
Even such a mighty being had been killed?
Good heavens, just how deep did the waters of the Immortal Realm run?
At that moment, Daoist Wang suddenly felt that the cultivation he had slept his way into over sixteen thousand years was truly nothing worth mentioning.
Inside the main house of the courtyard, within an elegant pavilion surrounded by flowing water, everyone took their seats according to status.
Before the three "young" Golden Immortal Elders, Layman Luoshan conjured a body of skin for itself, appearing like a gentle and graceful woman.
Wang Jixuan had grown accustomed to this place, but Luo Tianjin and the other five were rather restrained.
Daoist Wang was about to sit behind the three elders with Feng Zheng and Bai Ning when Layman Luoshan called out:
"Fellow Daoist, sit over here."
Wang Jixuan looked over and saw that it was the northern side of the low table. Luo Tianjin and the other two sat on the western side, while Layman Luoshan sat on the eastern side.
For a Sword God Palace Disciple, this was truly overstepping.
However, considering today's cooperation, he had to step forward and take charge now. Even if Luo Tianjin and the other two felt it was inappropriate or displeasing, he could only force himself to accept it.
Daoist Wang cupped his hands.