Xu Yi said coldly, "For my master's sake, I'll call you Uncle Xuan Jiu. Remember, I'm my master's disciple, but I'm not a member of the Xuan family. In my eyes, my master is my master, and the Xuan family is the Xuan family. I only see my master, not the Xuan family. I hope you'll speak to me more respectfully next time. The last Wind Tribulation Expert who spoke rudely to me has already been fed to the fish."
After unleashing a torrent of words fit for a rebellious teenager, Xu Yi cut off the connection. On the other end, Uncle Xuan Jiu was so furious his seven orifices nearly smoked. He summoned an attendant and snapped, "Go and find out exactly what happened at Cold Moon Tower. Didn't Su San rush over there? How is that bastard still swaggering around?"
Half an incense stick later, the attendant rushed in and reported what he had learned.
Uncle Xuan Jiu's face went deathly pale. "What? The Black-Browed National Preceptor really was swallowed by a carp?"
Xu Yi wasn't worried about losing contact with Xuan Lengyan, nor was he angered by Uncle Xuan Jiu's attitude.
Respect always came from strength. He wouldn't concern himself with it.
Three months was more than enough time to prepare for the trip to Guangcheng Immortal Mansion, but he had no idea what he ought to prepare.
He had plenty of experience exploring secret realms, yet he had never felt as lost as he did this time.
It was no exaggeration to say that this expedition weighed heavily on him. Among his fellow explorers, his strength was unprecedentedly low.
He didn't even feel he had much room to prepare.
There was nothing he could do to improve his strength with weapons, so he could only