Putting on a Bit of an Act

Pangu looked at the few old friends before him.

He chuckled and greeted them, "Fellow Daoists, it has been a long time."

He showed none of the savage, life-and-death hostility they had displayed back in Chaos.

In truth, Pangu felt that he did not really bear any grudge against Yang Mei and the others.

Back then, cutting them down had merely been the Causality decreed by the Great Dao.

Besides, he had already spared them.

That was generous enough, was it not?

Otherwise, Yang Mei and the others would at the very least have vanished completely beneath his axe, just like the other Chaos Demon Gods.

Yang Mei appeared rather calmer. After his initial shock, he forcibly composed himself.

After all, there were so many juniors behind him.

He had to put on a bit of an act.

How humiliating would it be if these juniors saw Ancestor Yang Mei in a panic?

Thus, after coughing twice, he hurriedly cupped his hands and returned the salute. "Yang Mei greets Fellow Daoist Pangu. Thank you for your great mercy and tolerance back then."

The other three, however, were not nearly as composed as Yang Mei.

Hearing Pangu's greeting, they could not help but shudder.

It was as though they had once again seen those enormous axes swinging toward their heads.

Luohu even involuntarily took a step back, placing Yang Mei in front of himself.

All that could be said was that Pangu had truly been brutal back then.

So brutal that even after so long, Pangu still occupied an immensely imposing place in their hearts.

If an Inner Demon could invade the hearts of the few of them, it would surely wear Pangu's face.

Not even Hong Yuan inspired Luohu with the same terror Pangu did.

One reason was certainly that