Ever since Fu Tu Xuan had advanced into the Saint Grade Realm, through countless thousands of years, he had never experienced such a feeling, as if this moment had returned him to the days when he had once been weak.
However, as an elder of considerable shrewdness, Fu Tu Xuan showed nothing unusual on the surface. Instead, he faced Mu Zi with measured bearing and said,
"The date of the Martial Meet is approaching. Please, join this old man in taking the chief seats."
A person like Mu Zi would certainly be honored as a distinguished guest no matter which force in the Great Thousand World she visited.
As the Great Elder, Fu Tu Xuan was actually going to accompany her personally, which showed just how much importance he placed on Mu Zi.
Hearing this, Mu Zi's expression remained calm, clear light surfacing in her eyes.
"As guests lodging here, why trouble the Great Elder? Before the Martial Meet, we can simply wait quietly in the Fu Tu Realm."
Though Mu Zi had come to observe the ceremony, she did not wish to overshadow the host. The meaning beneath her words was for Fu Tu Xuan to treat them as ordinary guests, with no need for him to personally keep them company.
Fu Tu Xuan heard Mu Zi's tactful refusal and immediately stopped insisting, changing his words at once.
"In that case, this old man will not disturb you."
"If you have any needs, simply instruct the clan disciples."
Fu Tu Xuan cupped his hands in salute, then, under the gazes of the few people present, his figure merged into the void.
Where she stood, Mu Zi watched the direction in which Fu Tu Xuan had disappeared, her expression remaining calm throughout.
As for Fu Tu Xuan, Mu Zi did