A man in the martial world was not his own master!
Early morning.
At the ferry crossing within the Tianshui Sect.
The spirit boats of the Celestial Immortal Sect, Chen Family, Sacred Lotus Palace, Danxia Sect, and several other sects and lineages were the first to soar into the sky, gradually vanishing into the depths of the clouds.
Chen Yule, Huang Qingyun, Yi Song, and Shui Mo Dan departed with them.
Accompanied by Qiao Mo, Qin Yao, and several others, Lin Bai came to the ferry crossing. He first saw Chen Yule, Huang Qingyun, Yi Song, and Shui Mo Dan off, but he did not hurry to leave. Instead, he stood at the crossing and waited.
Before long.
Two monks approached from afar and arrived at the ferry crossing.
"Amitabha." The old monk walked over and recited a Buddhist invocation to Lin Bai as a greeting.
Lin Bai smiled and returned the courtesy. "Thank you, Master, for coming from afar to attend my ceremony of succession as Saint Son. I never expected this ceremony to suffer so many twists and turns, delaying the two Masters' journey. Lin feels deeply apologetic about this. Please, Masters, do not take it to heart."
The old monk said with a beaming smile, "Saint Son Lin Bai, you are overthinking it. This humble monk naturally will not take it to heart. Besides, no one would have wished to encounter such matters."
Lin Bai smiled and looked toward Di Wuyan.
Di Wuyan looked back at him, his expression calm and utterly solemn.
Their gazes met briefly, but neither said anything else.
Lin Bai, the Tianshui Sect, and even the Five Great Families and Seven Sects were deeply astonished that these two Masters from the Kushan Sect had come to offer their congratulations.
Everyone knew that the