This Name Had Been Nurtured for Thirty Years; This Beast Was Born in the Primordial Wilds

"Young Master Feng, take a look."

In the Dead Sea, Xu Xiaoshou did not hurry downward.

Instead, he patted Feng Zhongzui, showing interest in the scenes outside.

Because he discovered that even without stirring up trouble himself, merely sending Zhu Yike out had caused the Passive Value's growth to rise rather than fall.

How strange!

The Yujing City audience had grown numb to me, yet this "newcomer" Zhu Yike had sparked their interest instead? Xu Xiaoshou naturally knew that when he had told Zhu Yike to find a Dao Transmission Mirror first after going out, there had actually been no need to look.

So long as the Wind Clan still had someone reasonably clever, they would surely have long prepared a mirror at Holy Mountain, waiting for Zhu Yike to emerge.

Feng Zhongzui at his side was badly startled by that "Young Master Feng."

His lips merely trembled, and he instinctively wanted to reply, "Young Master Xu, I wouldn't dare," before his thoughts drifted toward which was the better form of address—Master Shou or Young Master Xu.

In the end, he did not finish even half a sentence before the Dao Transmission Mirror swiftly switched its view, displaying the scenery of Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain.

"Not bad."

The moment the Saint Tribulation appeared, Xu Xiaoshou saw it.

Zhu Yike's foundations were solid. There should not be any major mishaps in his ascension to sainthood; it would have been even better if he had ascended within the Relics of the Gods.

And apart from his assessment of Zhu Yike's enlightenment of the heart...

"What a show-off!"

Xu Xiaoshou was amused.

Zhu Yike truly knew how to stir things up too.

In fact, as long as one came from the Southern Domain, they seemed to have no shortage of flashy tricks.

Xu Xiaoshou