After paying their respects to Hong Yuan, the two of them bowed once more to the assembled ancestors.
"Fu Xiao, Ping Peng, greet the honored ancestors."
Fu Xiao remained fairly composed upon seeing the ancestors, but Ping Peng's legs could not stop going weak in the presence of so many great figures.
Though he kept reassuring himself that he was now Hong Yuan Mountain's guardian Mountain God and had to hold himself together, his legs still trembled uncontrollably.
Fortunately, no one's attention was on him.
Their gazes remained fixed on Fu Xiao beside him.
As they looked at Fu Xiao, they could not help but sigh.
"If fellow Daoist Shi Chen had been willing to set aside a little pride back then, how wonderful that would have been."
"If fellow Daoist Shi Chen had not self-destructed back then, perhaps he could have left behind a wisp of undying spiritual light."
Faced with Yang Mei and the others' lamentations, Hong Yuan took a sip of the Spirit Tea before him and said calmly, "If Shi Chen could have set aside his pride, then he would not have been Shi Chen."
Hearing Hong Yuan's words, Yang Mei and the others shook their heads helplessly.
"That is true. If Shi Chen had truly done such a thing, he would no longer have been Shi Chen."
Yang Mei and the others looked at Fu Xiao, originally intending to gift him a few treasures.
But after thinking it over, Fu Xiao was Hong Yuan's disciple, and they could not overstep their bounds. After hesitating for a moment, they ultimately turned their attention to Ping Peng beside him.
The moment they looked, they were somewhat surprised.
Why did he look so strange?
He even seemed rather ugly.
When Ping Peng saw the ancestors looking at him,