"Many thanks to Grandmaster Eastern for saving my life." Having broken away from Dragon Abyss and temporarily shaken off the danger, Ao Yuan saluted Lu Xiaotian with a pale and weak expression of gratitude. She also felt somewhat ashamed. Originally, she had been dispatched to protect Lu Xiaotian, though she held a great deal of internal resistance toward anyone sent by Honghao Celestial Court. Yet as King Ao Tong's legitimate daughter, Ao Yuan did not have much choice in the matter.
Yet at that moment, apart from her initial guardedness toward Lu Xiaotian, Ao Yuan could not help but feel a growing sense of gratitude. She had not interacted much with the upper echelons of Honghao Celestial Court, and after being ostracized a few times, she instinctively rejected contact with them. But the Third-Grade Pill Saint who should have been high and mighty in her preconceived notions had not given her any sense of overbearing arrogance when standing right before her. Instead, he seemed even more approachable than some of her own kin.
If it had been earlier, Ao Yuan would have assumed that Lu Xiaotian needed to rely on the protection of herself and her elder brother Ao Zhan; living under someone else's roof, it was only natural for Lu Xiaotian to lower his posture.
Yet in truth, although Lu Xiaotian was only at the Mystic Immortal Realm, he had relied on treasures bestowed by the celestial court to unleash such formidable combat prowess that it even surpassed her own. It seemed her provided protection was not all that important after all.
Under such circumstances, it appeared completely unnecessary for Lu Xiaotian to maintain his former stance. Expressing her gratitude to him now stemmed both from the fact that he had saved her life and from her apology for