No Shortage of Soldiers

"Fellow Daoist, might I ask your name?"

Venerable Mu Yuan had healed his bodily injuries. He rose and cupped his fists toward Hua Yunfei.

His posture was unmistakably that of a junior greeting a senior.

He knew Hua Yunfei was younger than him, but in the Cultivation World, age was not what mattered. Whoever had the higher cultivation was the senior and could be one's master.

So when he cupped his fists in greeting, Tian Zheng Hao, Tian Mingyue, and the others showed no surprise at all. They felt it was only right.

"Fei Yun," Hua Yunfei said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Fei Yun." Venerable Mu Yuan cupped his fists again, smiling respectfully.

If it had been anyone else, even a genuine Quasi Immortal King, Venerable Mu Yuan would never have acted with such deference.

He came from the Angel Race and had every reason to be proud.

But Hua Yunfei had first saved them from the Eerie Ghost Shadow, then saved them again from the Nine Heavens Profound Nether Sect. He simply could not bring himself to act arrogantly toward their savior.

"Senior Fei Yun."

After healing their injuries, Tian Zheng Hao, Tian Mingyue, and the others hurriedly followed Venerable Mu Yuan's example and paid their respects.

"There's no need for such formality."

Hua Yunfei waved a hand. "Though I saved you, the crisis facing you—or rather, the Angel Race behind you and the other races of the Heavenly Realm—may not yet have passed."

"Are you saying the Nine Heavens Profound Nether Sect may not be targeting only us, but all the races of the Heavenly Realm?" Venerable Mu Yuan asked.

At this, Tian Zheng Hao, Tian Mingyue, and the others furrowed their brows. Was the Nine Heavens Profound Nether Sect planning to wage war on the Heavenly