"Decades ago? Could it be that Senior sensed something decades ago?" Qin Fengming's heart grew heavy. Listening to their words, he suddenly raised his brows and looked toward Saint Ancestor Jingying.
For the past several decades, he had remained in the Xiyin Mountain Range of the Jialuo Ghost Domain, cut off from the outside world. Naturally, he knew nothing of what had happened beyond it.
"From now on, don't call us Senior anymore. You've already endured the Mahayana Heavenly Tribulation and become a Mahayana cultivator. You can simply call us by our names," Saint Ancestor Jingying suddenly said solemnly.
Among cultivators of the same realm, the Cultivation World usually addressed one another as "Fellow Daoist," but among Mahayana cultivators, they generally called each other by name. Having reached the Mahayana realm, they had already attained the highest realm the Three Realms could permit. Their strength was heaven-shaking, so many Mahayana cultivators no longer felt much awe toward anyone. A name was merely a form of address. Of course, how one addressed others was left to personal preference; no one had imposed any rules.
"All of you are seniors who came before me on the path of cultivation, Fellow Daoist Qin. It's only proper that I call you Senior," Qin Fengming said, cupping his fists. He did not accept Saint Ancestor Jingying's suggestion.
Qin Fengming was sincerely grateful that the three Mahayana cultivators led by Saint Ancestor Jingying had appeared in the God Slaying Realm. Their very presence here already explained a great deal. Qin Fengming had always been respectful and courteous toward those who treated him well, regardless of their strength.
Seeing the solemn expression on Qin Fengming's face, Jingying did not insist further.
"Young Friend has probably spent these years preparing to impact the Mahayana bottleneck, which is why