Fog Tide Eruption

Inside the Guardian Hall's main hall.

Wu Qingzi held a cup of tea, looking at the impossibly young Fang Mo seated opposite him, and could not help but feel a surge of emotion.

Too young!

If killing Fei Shu and Shen Chengchuan had made him famous in a single battle, then fighting Shi Yuanhao to a standstill and forcing him to admit defeat had truly made his name known throughout the world.

At least in this Ancient Realm, there was probably no one from the Tianli Sect who did not know of his renown.

More importantly, his master was now a Nascent Soul Venerable, an existence on the level of an ancestor. Fang Mo's status naturally rose with the tide.

As Ling Cangyan's only disciple, Fang Mo would very likely take charge of Taichu Peak in the future.

Although Taichu Peak had declined, it was still one of the Tianli Sect's five peaks, commanding immense resources and power.

Someone like this had limitless prospects. Befriending him could only bring benefits, never harm.

Through their brief exchange just now, Fang Mo had also understood why Wu Qingzi was being so friendly toward him.

The other man was also in the Transcendent Realm and had no need to deliberately befriend him. Bai Wuchen's influence surely played no small part in it.

Wu Qingzi was Bai Wuchen's martial nephew, and Bai Wuchen had an exceptionally close relationship with Wu Qingzi's master.

"Junior brother Fang, how is the tea?"

Wu Qingzi smiled as he set down his teacup. "I begged this tea from my master. There was less than two taels in total, and I normally can't bear to drink it. If junior brother Fang hadn't come today, I truly wouldn't have been willing to brew it!"

"It refreshes the mind, clears the head,