"Bai Ziyue!"
Gu Yu focused slightly and looked at the white-clad man who had suddenly appeared.
He clearly had not a trace of demon aura and looked completely human. Why had those people called him a Demon Immortal earlier?
Thoughts turned in his mind.
"You are quite skilled, sir. One arrow pierced a mountain—an ordinary Martial Saint could not accomplish that."
Bai Ziyue smiled faintly as he looked at Gu Yu, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Although the young man before him had not erupted with any overwhelming blood vitality, the power of his fleshly body was incomparably terrifying, perhaps even greater than Bai Ziyue's at present.
Even if he was not a Human Immortal, he had to be at least at the peak of Martial Saint realm.
Gu Yu smiled as he looked at the words "Bai Ziyue of the Eight Great Demon Immortals" above Bai Ziyue's head, finding it rather strange.
His fleshly body was comparable to Divine Beasts. That earlier arrow had merely been thrown casually. If that counted as Martial Saint level, then he had undoubtedly far surpassed it.
"There are several juniors of mine in the mountains. If you do not mind, you may come inside and rest for a while. Have a pot of hot tea and drive away the chill."
Bai Ziyue cupped his hands slightly, the scent of wine drifting through the air.
"I would be honored."
Gu Yu imitated Bai Ziyue and cupped his fists with a faint smile.
He had quite a favorable impression of this Demon Immortal. Bai Ziyue possessed an unrestrained air and the bearing of a wandering hero, unlike those people from before. Though their attitudes had been gentle, there had always been a trace of hypocrisy about them.
"Yip, yip! Yip, yip!"
At that