When Li Qingyun entered the Nine Heavens Pavilion again, he could clearly sense that everyone's gazes and attitudes had completely changed.
A disciple from a collateral branch, once a notorious wastrel, had actually attained the Haotian position with a Super Grade Heavenly Foundation!
When these Abyss Clan disciples looked at Li Qingyun now, there was no longer contempt or scorn—only intense envy and jealousy.
"Li Yue, not bad! We should spend more time together from now on!"
"So you changed your name to Li Qingyun—sure enough, you've soared straight into the blue sky!"
"Brother Li, I'm from the Wu family. We drank together before..."
Quite a few people approached Li Qingyun of their own accord, smiling as they greeted him.
There was even a Haotian Realm cultivator from the Abyss Wu family who came over with familiar ease, wanting to link arms with Li Qingyun and chat.
The old servant Mu Qi was so excited that his entire face had reddened. He was just short of dancing with joy, as though he were even happier than if he himself had risen to the Haotian position.
As an Abyss Clan slave, all glory and disgrace were tied to one's master. When the master was honored, so was the slave; when the master was disgraced, so was the slave. How could there be so many emotions that belonged to oneself alone?
"This poor Daoist was merely fortunate just now..."
With a modest smile on his face, Li Qingyun remained composed and unhurried. He clasped his hands in greeting to everyone around him, then headed straight for the stage.
Secretly, he slowly intensified his Mortal Intent, letting it coil around his body.
The effect was immediately obvious. The assorted gazes and murmuring discussions around him swiftly subsided.
With Mortal Rhythm upon him, he