Su Hao turned sideways and led the way, inviting the black-clad old man into the main hall.
After so many years of secluded cultivation, countless Daoist friends from the cultivation world had come to Phoenix Perch Mountain.
The Essence-Devouring Divine Turtle was the only one Su Hao had truly taken seriously.
He invited him to take the seat of honor.
"Brother Su, there is no need to be so polite, nor to keep calling me senior.
I once traveled the mortal world under the daoist title 'Mingdaozi.' You may call me daoist friend or senior disciple brother."
The black-clad old man was amiable and approachable.
Even with Zhan Xuan and the others present, they would never have guessed that this man was the terrifyingly powerful Essence-Devouring Divine Turtle.
Upon hearing the words "Brother Su," Su Hao went blank for a moment.
Who knew how many generations apart he was from this divine turtle?
But they had fought only recently, and now this fellow was being so cordial upon seeing him again. Could that possibly be a good thing?
As Su Hao respectfully served him spiritual tea, he asked, "Senior, have you traveled the mortal world before?"
"Of course. More than once.
When I was young and not yet so large, I once fought across the land alongside a mortal emperor.
Later, when I grew older, the lower realm could no longer withstand my true body. So I traveled the mortal world through incarnations. After that, I joined a sword cultivation sect and became particularly interested in the sword path.
Back then, I even made friends through the sword, emulating the sword immortals of old, free and untrammeled... The mortal world was good. Prosperous and flourishing. Your human race has many interesting people and many interesting things."
The Essence-Devouring Divine Turtle