"You should know that, compared to you, your teacher is of another race," Demigod Liefeng said calmly. "I am not from your civilization. Logically speaking, it would be difficult for you to trust me completely."
"I have never thought that way," Li Yuan said at once.
At the very beginning, Li Yuan might have still kept some guard up.
But after spending nearly a year together day and night, Li Yuan's respect and acknowledgment of Demigod Liefeng now came from the heart.
Perhaps compared to his other "convenient teacher," the Ancient Torch Deity, Demigod Liefeng was much weaker and could help him far less, but the bond between them was clearly much deeper.
Feelings needed time to build.
"Let me finish." Demigod Liefeng smiled and pressed a hand down, and Li Yuan quieted.
"It is normal not to trust me," Demigod Liefeng said with a smile. "When I first came to teach you, it was originally at Dongfang Ji's request... I owe him a great debt."
"I came from another plane and met him in the Ancient Immortal Burial Domain," Demigod Liefeng said. "At the time, he had only recently become a Demigod. We roamed together for several years and formed a deep friendship before returning to our respective civilizations."
"Teacher, what sort of place is the Ancient Immortal Burial Domain?" Li Yuan was puzzled and could not help asking.
He had never heard of it!
"With your talent and strength, once you become a Flying Martialist, you will naturally learn of it. Dongfang Ji knows it far more clearly than I do," Demigod Liefeng said with a faint smile. "Several decades after I parted from Dongfang Ji—about eighty years ago... my home civilization was invaded by the Wanmo Civilization."
"The Wanmo Civilization?" Li Yuan held his breath.
This civilization