Outside the main hall, Su Yi strolled in with a wine jug in hand.
Pei Hongjing was taken aback. He promptly rose and cupped his hands. "May I ask if you are Daoist Su?"
Su Yi nodded slightly. "Indeed. I came to call so late at night; I hope you will not take offense."
Pei Hongjing laughed heartily. "Daoist Su's visit already delights me. How could I blame you? Please, come in!"
He stepped forward of his own accord, welcomed Su Yi to a seat, and personally poured him tea.
The dignified headmaster of Qingya Academy, the ruler of an Immortal King-level faction, was personally pouring tea and water for a young man. If others saw it, their jaws would surely drop.
Yet only Pei Hongjing knew that the young man before him deserved such solemn regard!
Just yesterday, he had received a letter from Zhao Yunfeng, the Supreme Elder of Qingya Academy. The letter had described Su Yi's performance at Qingya Academy in meticulous detail and instructed Pei Hongjing to treat Su Yi well, never showing the slightest neglect.
It was precisely this secret letter that made Pei Hongjing realize just how extraordinary an unrivaled figure this young man was!
He had charged alone through Qingya Twelve Floors, shattered twelve records in succession, and created twelve miracles that could be called unprecedented and never to be repeated!
Looking across the ages and surveying the world, one could not find another person worthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with him!
Moreover, with three punches, Su Yi had made Nie Weirui of Songlu Academy concede defeat wholeheartedly.
All this made Pei Hongjing regard him as someone profoundly unfathomable. He simply did not dare treat Su Yi as an ordinary person.
After some brief pleasantries, Pei Hongjing finally said, "To be honest,