Lin Baichuan had not expected this Human Race Immortal Emperor Realm expert to treat him this way, but he did not let down his guard because of it.
After all, you could know a person's face but not their heart.
The other party was, after all, an Immortal Emperor Realm expert. Lin Baichuan could not see through what he was thinking.
Who knew whether what he said was true or false.
"Kid, my name is Meng Lingyun. I am also known as the Canglan Immortal Emperor..."
After laughing heartily, the Immortal Emperor Realm expert opposite him narrowed his eyes slightly at Lin Baichuan and chuckled. "You need not be so wary of me.
Speaking of which, I have quite a few ties with your Dao River Lineage.
Strictly speaking, you should even address me as Martial Uncle..."
Upon hearing this, Lin Baichuan's brows shot up, and his pupils contracted slightly.
Then he cupped his hands in salute. "This junior, Lin Baichuan, greets the Canglan Immortal Emperor..."
Martial Uncle or not, he would not acknowledge it.
At the end of the day, he had yet to truly meet his cheap master even once.
The last time he had formally become a disciple, all he had seen was a mere avatar.
He had even considered whether he should simply betray this damned sect. What kind of master took in a disciple and then left him entirely to fend for himself?
All these years, there had not even been so much as a glimpse of him or a single word.
Had he not learned from other Human Race intelligence that his cheap master, the Saber River Immortal King, was still alive—not only had he not fallen, he had even obtained a Great Opportunity—
he would have thought the Saber River Immortal King had