The Demonic Gods Submit

"Lin Chuan, I truly can't thank you enough!"

Primordial Heavenly Lord smiled faintly at Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan nodded. "Uncle-Master, there's really no need to worry. You were just so concerned that you lost your head."

Although Lin Chuan called Primordial Heavenly Lord his uncle-master, there was not the slightest trace of reverence on his face. He was simply casual and treated him as an equal.

In truth, as a being of the Great Dao Realm, Lin Chuan's strength had long since surpassed Primordial Heavenly Lord's by far.

Still, having received a higher education in his previous life, Lin Chuan preferred the kind of relationship where everyone stood on equal footing.

He felt uncomfortable when his position was lower than someone else's, or when it was higher.

Of course, he treated not only Primordial Heavenly Lord this way, but also Nuwa, Taishang, Jieyin, and even the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, who were his peers.

For someone like Lin Chuan, treating peers as equals was an attitude—a way of interacting with others.

This approach made Primordial Heavenly Lord and the Twelve Golden Immortals feel that Lin Chuan, the Sage, treated them with genuine respect.

"That's right. This time, we owe everything to Senior Brother Lin Chuan. Without his help, we wouldn't have been able to accomplish anything!"

Juliusun smiled and spoke his mind without hesitation.

Primordial Heavenly Lord was somewhat surprised. After all, at first, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect had not thought much of Lin Chuan.

But now, everyone's attitude toward Lin Chuan seemed to have changed completely. Primordial Heavenly Lord suddenly realized that this man's charisma had spread throughout the entire Three Realms.

"All right, all right!"

Lin Chuan smiled. "Now that this calamity has passed, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan