"Senior Brother, it's me, it's me." Seeing that Lu Xiaotian recognized him, Peng Dayong hurriedly nodded again and again. At his most desperate moment, it had been Lu Xiaotian who saved him once more. Coupled with their experience of entering Soaring Heavens Palace together, Peng Dayong naturally regarded Lu Xiaotian as his savior.
At that moment, after Lu Xiaotian infused a thread of magic power into him, Peng Dayong felt that power was incomparably pure, filling his entire body with comfort. His body, which had already been exhausted to the point of losing half its life, recovered a little vitality.
"You've suffered. Take these." Lu Xiaotian raised a hand, and a storage bag floated before Peng Dayong. Peng Dayong was a man who could endure hardship. Though he had not been of much help to Lu Xiaotian, he had never harbored ill intentions, and the two still shared some friendship. Considering all their past ties, it was only natural for Lu Xiaotian to lend him a hand now.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Lu." Peng Dayong took the storage bag and burst into tears once more. Though he was a cultivator, after experiencing such immense grief and joy that day, it was inevitable that his mind would lose its composure.
"This is Senior Brother Peng. No, you should be calling him Palace Master now. Palace Master Wei has fallen, and the person standing before you is the newly appointed Palace Master of Soaring Heavens Palace!" Yan Bixiao reminded Peng Dayong from the side.
"What?" Peng Dayong froze at once and stared at Lu Xiaotian in astonishment. When he came to his senses, he was about to salute.
"Forget it. You've only just been rescued. Recover on your own first; there's no need for such empty formalities. Once you've regained some strength,