"Red Cloud, you flatter me."
Chen Mu merely waved his hand modestly and said seriously, "I'm now a member of Multiverse China as well. Saying such things makes us seem like strangers. This is what I should be doing."
Chen Mu did not like taking credit for himself. He continued, "Besides, this is the approach that maximizes Multiverse China's interests."
In truth, for Multiverse China, it made little difference who became a Saint-level powerhouse, so long as the total number of Saints did not change.
Whether it was Hong Yun, Zhen Yuanzi, other Quasi-Saints of the Honghuang World, or even ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortals, any of them could become Saints through the Saintly Dao Fruit. Thus, the number of Saints would not change.
It was precisely because he understood this that Hong Yun Dao Ren became even more grateful to Chen Mu.
Hong Yun knew very well that Multiverse China had many options, yet it had still made this choice. Not only had it given him the chance to be resurrected, it had directly allowed him to become a Saint.
How could he ever repay such a debt of gratitude?
As one of the rare straightforward people in the Honghuang World, Hong Yun was someone with clear loves and hates. He remembered every person who had shown him kindness and would repay every favor. Otherwise, he would feel uncomfortable all over.
But how could he possibly repay the kindness Chen Mu had shown him?
Chen Mu had not only saved his life and resurrected him, but had also given him the opportunity to become a Saint—no, he had directly helped him become one. The favor from these two deeds was simply impossible to repay.
In fact, for Multiverse China, the Saintly Dao Fruit could have been given to anyone.