"Mr. Lu!" After the violet-robed woman and her companions paid their respects to Lu Xiaotian, Qi Qian hesitated briefly, then cupped his hands toward him as well.
"M-Mr. Lu!" True Person Ghostfire felt deeply awkward. Back on the Crimson Abyss Continent, thanks to a series of fortuitous encounters, his body had been destroyed, but his Primordial Spirit had reached the Spirit Transformation level by sheer coincidence. At the time, Lu Xiaotian had been no more than a Nascent Soul cultivator. How many years had it been? Now even Madam Chu at his side respectfully addressed him as a senior. Lu Xiaotian had actually cultivated to the terrifying level of the Void God Realm.
Thinking of how he had secretly sold Qi Qian some information about Lu Xiaotian for a few low-grade spirit crystals, True Person Ghostfire couldn't help shrinking his neck. He knew perfectly well that if Lu Xiaotian learned of this, he would never escape death. Back then, Lu Xiaotian had tolerated his Primordial Spirit because Ghostfire's former Spirit Transformation-level Primordial Spirit had been of great help to him. But now that Lu Xiaotian had advanced to the terrifying Void God Realm, Ghostfire knew that, to him, he was no different from a blade of grass. Lu Xiaotian could cast him aside without a second thought and lose nothing.
Qi Qian glanced at Ye Ziyu, who was still unconscious in Lu Xiaotian's arms, and stared for a moment. If she wasn't mistaken, this had to be City Lord Ye's daughter, Ye Ziyu, the heaven's favored daughter of Yuanling City. To avoid unnecessary trouble when Ye Ziyu woke, Lu Xiaotian had kept her asleep. He knew her temperament better than anyone. Even though her memories were gone, the heart that loved with utter sincerity wouldn't be so easily changed—especially after