Hostess Jiayi's expression had improved considerably. She exclaimed with delight, "So you're Wang Qianqiu! Not only are you a man of letters, but you also possess such talent. You truly are a genius. After the Fahua Gathering, I'd like to discuss the Dao with you in detail. I wonder if Brother Wang would honor me with his company."
The Third Holy Son's expression darkened. He hurriedly said, "I've long heard of Brother Wang's name—it resounds like thunder in my ears. Now that we've finally met, I must have a long talk with you later."
Yet as the words left his mouth, a storm raged in the Third Holy Son's heart.
Xu Yi cupped his hands toward Hostess Jiayi and the Third Holy Son, then fixed Elder Bie with a cold look. "Brother Bie, you're so furious. It seems you really are utterly in the dark. I truly don't know how the sect could send a muddleheaded old fool like you to lead the delegation."
Just as Elder Bai had said, Xu Yi's name was now on the sect leader of the Donghua Immortal Sect's books.
Outside the sect, he could openly and honorably use the Donghua Immortal Sect's name.
Within the sect, Xu Yi had the support of a towering mountain. There was no need for him to grovel before anyone anymore.
Back at the martial arts arena, he had still needed Immortal Lord He's protection. It wasn't Elder Bie he feared, but the Donghua Immortal Sect's rigid hierarchy.
Now, however, Xu Yi had clearly stepped into the upper echelons of the Donghua Immortal Sect. He truly had no intention of sparing Elder Bie's pride.
Having become the backdrop against which Wang Qianqiu brought glory to the Eight Great Immortal Sects, Elder Bie had already seethed with hatred.
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