Nine-Turn Divine Cicada

"Return to the Gladiator Arena."

Shi Yan had already left the Sky Demon Pavilion with Lan Heng, whose body was slightly tense.

To be honest, if not for avoiding exposure of his identity, he would not have brought Lan Heng along.

Before coming out, he had even had Little Gold put on armor and impersonate "Shi Yan" for a while.

"Alright."

Lan Heng hurriedly released the flying ship and only let out a long breath after it started up.

"Mie, are you Shi Yan's long-lost brother or something?"

"Why do you say that?"

Shi Yan was startled. Had this kid seen through something?

Just as he was about to knock Lan Heng unconscious with one palm and perform a memory-erasing procedure on him, Lan Heng said in astonishment, "The Sky Demon Pavilion treated us far too well. Anyone who didn't know better would think we belonged to them. A Saint guided us, and both the Pavilion Master and Deputy Pavilion Master came out."

"Oh, so that's what you meant." Shi Yan lowered the hand he had raised behind his back. "Isn't that the most basic respect for guests? You're overthinking it, aren't you?"

"Uh, that's true."

Lan Heng could not help recalling how he had spent all these years bowing and scraping through life, and an absurd feeling rose within him.

Yes, respecting guests was the most basic thing, yet few could truly do it. Instead, the powerful Sky Demon Pavilion had not placed itself on a lofty pedestal.

Such a force was truly rare. He had no idea how the outside world had managed to demonize the Sky Demon Pavilion into some den of fiends.

"By the way, Mie, you were gone for half the day. What did you talk about with Shi Yan?"

"Nothing much. We hit it