The frail-looking Guixu Sword Saint stood before everyone, fully displaying the bearing of a legend of the Cangyun System.
While Jun Changxiao was shaken, he also decided inwardly to form a friendship that transcended generations with this senior!
"Huh?"
"You weren't injured?"
The captain of the Blade Ship sounded surprised.
According to the information sent from above, the Guixu Sword Saint had not only lost to King Jialuo but had also been severely wounded. How could he now look as though nothing had happened?
This point—
Pei Song could not understand either.
After Sword Saint Senior returned, his face had been pale. At a glance, it was clear that he had been badly injured. Then, after briefly giving a few instructions, he had gone into seclusion.
"This old man is indeed injured." The Guixu Sword Saint kept both hands resting on his sword as he said lightly, "But dealing with lackeys like you is still within my abilities."
His voice was steady, his Sword Momentum profound.
"Senior, you're amazing!" Jun Changxiao seized the opening to flatter him.
The Guixu Sword Saint said, "You are the sect master of my disciple Zhou Hong?"
"Whoosh!"
Jun Changxiao clasped his fists and declared loudly, "Jun Changxiao, Sect Master of the Eternal Sect and Alliance Master of the Jun Alliance, pays respects to Sword Saint Senior!"
No matter what, he was a junior. There was nothing wrong with using the word "pays respects."
"To lead a sect at such a young age—you truly prove that heroes have emerged from the young since ancient times." The Guixu Sword Saint nodded in praise.
"You overpraise me, Senior."
It had to be said that when Jun Changxiao was humble, he was very humble.
Conversely, when he acted high-profile, he was extremely high-profile—so much so that he could