"Xiang Yang, at your service."
Xiang Yang had always been the sort to return courtesy with courtesy. Regardless of who the other party was or whether they had grievances with Linglong, so long as they spoke kindly and observed proper etiquette, he would not fail to recognize what was appropriate.
"Hm? Could this be Xiang Yang, who defeated Chu Canglan, cut down Eight Leaves with his blade, withstood a strike from Dao Qianqiu, and slew two members of the Demonic Body Lineage, Chu and Hu? I have long admired your great name. Now that I see you today, you truly live up to your reputation."
Lu Chunwang's mouth rattled like a string of firecrackers as he reeled off Xiang Yang's recent glorious achievements. Of course, he had missed quite a few, such as the battle Xiang Yang remembered most vividly in his life—with Old Man Xueling Mountain, who had cultivated the Ice Heaven Tribulation.
"Enough, Lu Chunwang. What exactly have you come here for? If you have something to say, say it quickly. Don't beat around the bush."
Linglong appeared extremely impatient. What he had said had indeed struck a sore spot. Ziyuan and Fanputi were mountains of pressure to her, and she truly had no mind to waste on entangling herself with this man.
All she wanted was to occupy one of the three nodes where the Earth Vein Dragon Qi was strongest, so she would not be suppressed too badly by Ziyuan. As for snatching food from Ziyuan and Fanputi's mouths, arrogant though she was, she only dared speak of it, not put it into practice.
"Easy now, easy. Lu has come precisely to aid Saintess Linglong this time.
"Ziyuan's martial arts are unfathomable, and with Fanputi, the foremost of the Buddhist school, added to the mix, neither