Zhen Yuanzi rolled his eyes.
He didn't say a word.
After praising him,
Hong Yun looked toward the thick fog stretching for thousands of miles and called out cheerfully, "Fellow Daoist! I'm Hong Yun. Do you need any help? If you're weak after your tribulation, I have a Ginseng Fruit here that can help you recover!"
Zhen Yuanzi rolled his eyes again.
That guy was always giving away his Ginseng Fruits to other people to play the good guy.
The worst part was that Zhen Yuanzi couldn't even get angry.
Sigh...
Who could blame him, when they were such close friends...
But the dense fog array in the distance remained as still as ever.
Just like always, it paid Hong Yun no mind.
Hong Yun didn't take offense.
He merely smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, you've just finished your tribulation and are at your weakest. You must have many concerns, and I understand. But I mean you no harm. Please take this Ginseng Fruit. Once you've fully recovered, I'll come visit again!"
As he spoke, he swept one hand outward.
The Ginseng Fruit swiftly flew into the fog.
Zhen Yuanzi rolled his eyes yet again...
Hong Yun, meanwhile, seemed to have let go of a burden.
He laughed heartily and said, "Fellow Daoist! Rest up and recover! With your Quasi-Saint cultivation, you'll surely become famous throughout the Primordial Wilderness one day! I won't disturb you any longer!"
With that, he led Zhen Yuanzi back the way they'd come.
Zhen Yuanzi had nearly rolled his eyes inside out.
At last, he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "What are you hoping to get out of this? What do you want!?"
"Don't you know me by now?"
The two gradually walked away, and Hong Yun's cheerful voice drifted faintly back to