Seeing Lu Xiaotian drawing closer, Du Xin ordered the dragon-drawn carriage to stop, then flew straight toward him. Smiling, she said, "It's been a while. Looks like your cultivation has advanced quite a bit, Fellow Daoist Yingfeng. You've even made quite a name for yourself in the Dragon Palace's waters."
"They're just empty titles. But you, Fellow Daoist Du, seem to have a more distinguished status than I imagined." Lu Xiaotian nodded, then cupped his hands toward the two men who had arrived in dragon-drawn carriages alongside her. "I didn't know the two Immortals would be coming, so I made no preparations. Please forgive my lack of courtesy."
"We were only passing through. If Fellow Daoist Du hadn't wanted to come, we wouldn't have stopped here. It has little to do with you, so there's no question of discourtesy." The resolute-looking man shook his head, making no move to approach Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian nodded. The three had arrived together, all riding in dragon-drawn carriages. Mindful of his current status, Du Xin had gotten down from her carriage well before reaching him, treating him as an equal. As for the other two, they had ridden straight up to him; their attitude was plain enough.
"Did you have something you wanted to see me about?" Du Xin asked.
"I do, but it's something I can only discuss with you, Fellow Daoist Du," Lu Xiaotian replied.
"If you have something to say, then say it. Why all this beating around the bush? Du Feng and I are in a hurry." The resolute-looking man, Qin Ziming, spoke up.
"Qin Ziming, Yingfeng is my friend. He saved my life, and he treats me as an equal. If you treat him like this, how am I supposed to face him?" Du Xin raised her brows,