Yuan Hong returned to the Shang Army camp. Before he had rested for even a moment, a guard hurried into the tent to report that two cultivators outside the camp sought an audience. They claimed to have been recommended by Lady Daji and had come to pledge themselves to the Grand Marshal.
Yuan Hong's eyes lit up at once, and a smile curled across his lips.
"So they've arrived!"
He did not dare delay for a moment. He immediately rose and strode out of the camp. Sure enough, two slender figures stood outside, their auras concealed yet exceptionally agile. They were the two demon immortals from Qipan Mountain whom Daji had promised to invite.
With the two armies facing off here and countless eyes and ears nearby, Yuan Hong could not speak openly. He immediately raised a hand in signal and led the two quickly into the tent, avoiding the notice of every guard.
Once the main tent was closed and only Yuan Hong, Chang Hao, and Wu Long remained inside, Yuan Hong finally smiled and revealed their identities. "Thousand-Mile Eye Gao Ming, Wind-Following Ear Gao Jue, it has been a long time. I never expected the help Sister Daji invited would be you two old friends."
Gao Ming laughed heartily, his eyes full of familiarity. "Big Brother Yuan Hong, by my count, it has been over fifteen hundred years since we last met. Back when you were on Qipan Mountain, you stole the immortal peaches from my body every day. How carefree and happy those days were! Now that we meet again, you have already become a Grand Marshal."
Those old memories stirred Yuan Hong's recollections as well. He clapped his hands and laughed, and all wariness in his heart vanished.
**"Since we are old acquaintances, there is no