Yuzhou, Central Region.
Yuantian Realm,
The gloomy, icy wind swept across heaven and earth with a howling roar. Dark clouds shrouded the high altitude overhead, dimming even the light.
"Dean, be careful."
Upon the desolate earth,
Liu Zhouwu's face was slightly pale, his Aura in disorder, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His footsteps suddenly staggered, and he nearly fell to the ground.
Zhao Yuanyang hurriedly stepped forward and supported him.
Liu Zhouwu waved a hand slightly, his somewhat hoarse voice squeezed out from between his pale lips.
"Yuanyang, and Hongzhou as well—you have both entered the Inner Sect now and are outstanding figures there. In the future, simply call me Senior Brother. There is no need to be overly courteous."
Although Liu Zhouwu had served as the Dean of the Outer Sect Branch where Zhao Yuanyang had been thirty-odd years ago and taught him for a time, that had merely been a Sect Mission.
And so many years had passed by now.
Zhao Yuanyang, who had once been an Outer Sect Disciple at the Spirit Essence Realm, had long since entered the Inner Sect and become a cultivator at the True Essence Realm. He could already address Liu Zhouwu as daoist friend.
Thus,
Calling him Senior Brother was all the more appropriate.
Seeing Headmaster Liu insist time and again, Zhao Yuanyang could only follow his lead and call him Senior Brother.
Headmaster Liu nodded.
Looking at the gloomy sky ahead, as if a hundred ghosts were galloping through it, worry could not help but rise in his eyes.
"On this journey, I was too overconfident and brought you into such peril. Yuanyang, Hongzhou, if those things attack again, I will stay behind and hold them off. You leave first."
"Senior Brother, that is impossible. I