In the Main Hall, Zuo Qianhu was still recounting the past to Jiang He. He told him how Pudu Cihang's Demon Fire had burned him, how he had endured years of grueling cultivation after receiving the Martial Codex, and how he had spent tens of thousands of years slaying demons and eliminating evils, steadily pressing onward toward the Primordial World. His voice was calm, but the hardships behind his story were impossible to hide.
Jiang He listened quietly, nodding from time to time. A note of approval entered his gaze. "Cultivating the Martial Codex isn't easy. It takes vast resources and countless battles to hone your skills. Reaching the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm in a place like the Red Dust Realm is truly remarkable."
"It's all thanks to the Martial Codex you gave me, Senior. Without it, I never would have made it this far," Zuo Qianhu said earnestly. "There's something I've always wondered about. Why did you appear in the Red Dust Realm back then, and why did you save me?"
Jiang He smiled faintly and gazed beyond the hall, as if looking through time and space. "Back then, the Human Race had just been established, and many Small Worlds were merging. That was how the Red Dust Realm came to be. I was simply traveling through it when I happened upon you, injured by Pudu Cihang. I saw your steadfast character and how you protected the people by slaying demons. You embodied the spirit of our Human Race, so I saved you on the spot and gave you the Martial Codex. I hoped it would give you a better chance to protect yourself and the people in your region."
Zuo Qianhu finally understood, and all his doubts fell away. He gazed at Jiang He and said