"Death Priest?"
Judging by everyone's reactions, Jiang Qiao could roughly guess that this was probably a major figure of the Death Realm—the unspeakable existence rumored to stand behind Yun Zhou.
However, he was not from the Death Realm, so he had no idea what level the other party was actually at.
He had no concept of it.
"Good! Good! Good!"
"I never imagined it. Our Ten Thousand Ghost Forest was actually hiding a true dragon."
"This old man was blind."
"How disrespectful of me."
Du Weiyang closed his eyes. A few seconds later, he opened them again and said indifferently, "Let's see who still dares to call the Ten Thousand Ghost Forest a backwater."
"I'm ashamed."
"Yun had absolutely no intention of hiding it."
"I merely received a few days of instruction from the Death Priest. I didn't dare casually use his name outside. If today's matter had not been so serious, I wouldn't have disturbed him."
"Please forgive me."
Yun Zhou clasped his fists and bowed, his voice carrying an apologetic tone.
"Heh heh."
"Of course, of course."
Zhong Biao took a deep breath and once again recovered his former bold spirit. "Since even the Death Priest recognizes Brother Gan, then naturally we have no qualifications to judge him. I hope Brother Gan won't look down on our meager strength."
"Ultimately, we'll all have to weather the storm together."
Yuanbao and Shi Jin Jia also clasped their hands in salute, counting it as an acknowledgment of Jiang Qiao.
Yang Jing, however—
A trace of contemplation flashed through his eyes as he looked at Jiang Qiao.
"Of course."
"Since we're entering the Ten Thousand Ghost Forest together, we're all companions. Naturally, we should help each other."
Jiang Qiao smiled.
He paid no attention to their reactions.
With just one glance,