How Could I Have Time to Chatter With Them?

Nearly a hundred elite disciples from Crimson Cloud Heaven respectfully bowed deeply to Su Fan.

Su Fan was slightly stunned. He had always kept a low profile and rarely faced such a scene.

He waved to everyone, then walked over to Senior Brother Qiyun.

"The Insect King has been dealt with. Shouldn't we continue on our way..."

Senior Brother Qiyun nodded, then turned around and gave several fellow disciples from Lingxiao Immortal Palace a few instructions.

The flying ship changed direction and continued toward the designated location marked on the map.

Su Fan chatted briefly with Senior Brother Feng Ba, then found an empty spot and sat down cross-legged.

That fierce battle had also caused the Crimson Cloud Heaven cultivators aboard the flying ship to treat him with even greater respect.

Before this, the disciples of Lingxiao Immortal Palace and several other sects had actually felt rather conflicted whenever they saw Su Fan.

Although Town Mountain Dao Palace was also one of the Ten Great Super Immortal Sects of Crimson Cloud Heaven, in the eyes of the disciples of Lingxiao Immortal Palace and the other immortal sects, body cultivators were nothing more than a bunch of crude, uncivilized barbarians.

Forget body cultivators—even the disciples of the Sword Sect were beneath their notice.

Although they acknowledged that Su Fan was powerful, they still put on airs in front of him, unable to let go of the lofty superiority of disciples from prestigious sects.

Of course, if Su Fan had taken the initiative to befriend these immortal-sect disciples, they would not have minded lowering themselves to associate with him.

But if they had to take the initiative to accept Su Fan, that would definitely be impossible.

Su Fan had sensed all this from those immortal-sect disciples long ago, but he did not