Prodigal Son Jian Wuying smiled. Although he had been in a muddled, deranged state before, he still had his memories.
If it were not for Supreme Emperor Lord, he would have long since fallen to his inner demons and been killed by Master Xuan Kong.
Therefore!
He half-knelt, pressing one hand to his heart. This was a most noble etiquette.
"Thank you, this humble one is afraid he has no way to repay this."
"You truly have no way to repay it, because no one in the world except this emperor could save you from your condition."
Ling Yun was not joking. Regarding the aftereffects of Prodigal Son Jian Wuying's condition, apart from him, truly no one in the Twelve Domains could refine such a flawless Soul Stabilizing Pill.
"Thank you. If there is ever anything you need of this humble one, I will not hesitate."
"This emperor has no need. Go on your way, and simply pursue your justice. You need not care how the world views you."
Ling Yun waved a hand. Prodigal Son Jian Wuying was a man of talent, and he also wished to subdue him for his own use and service. Whether it was God Peak or Moonlit Cultivation Academy, both had a great need for such talent.
Yet!
He could not shackle a genius. The current Prodigal Son Jian Wuying could already be considered a powerhouse of a generation, with his own path to walk.
"This humble one repays his debts of gratitude. I owe you a favor."
"As you like!"
Prodigal Son Jian Wuying paused, quite surprised that Ling Yun would act this way. He had initially thought Ling Yun harbored some ulterior motive, but viewed in this light, he had been overthinking it.
"Farewell!" Prodigal Son Jian Wuying turned and walked through