The atmosphere suddenly turned delicate.
The next second, Pei Wende's familiar voice rang out in Lu Yang's mind.
"This is Lord Wu Shentong, Guardian Envoy of Qingzhou's Shanhe Platform. Lu Yang, hurry up and pay your respects!" Pei Wende sent through Spiritual Sense.
At that, Lu Yang immediately stepped forward, temporarily handing the unconscious Huang Jiang over to Pei Wende. Only then did he clasp his hands and bow. "Lu Yang, Demon Quelling Envoy of Wanlin Prefecture, pays his respects to Lord Guardian Envoy!"
Wu Shentong gave a faint acknowledgment, then flicked a finger. A streak of white light shot into Huang Jiang's mouth. A moment later, Huang Jiang, gravely wounded and unconscious, awoke.
Once Huang Jiang had come to, Wu Shentong's gaze swept over the two men.
"In a tiny place like Wanlin Prefecture, young talents such as you have emerged. Truly, the land nurtures its people." Wu Shentong spoke mildly.
After swallowing the pill contained in the white light, Huang Jiang's injuries healed completely in an instant. His cultivation had even grown slightly, and he was deeply grateful.
"Your praise is undeserved, my lord. You are the true dragon among men, blessed with heavenly bearing. We cannot compare." Huang Jiang said.
Wu Shentong shook his head, a gentle smile appearing on his face. "There's no need to belittle yourself. The you of today is much like I was back then—we're evenly matched."
Then he shifted his gaze to Lu Yang. "As for you, when I was in my early twenties, I was far inferior to the you of today. Your talent and fortune surpass both mine and Huang Jiang's!"
Lu Yang remained neither servile nor arrogant and replied calmly, "I wouldn't dare compare myself to you, my lord."
Wu Shentong smiled faintly, idly turning the Thunderclap Saber over