No matter what, he was still very glad that these Hermit Faction immortals and gods were willing to come and rescue Flower Fruit Mountain.
This proved that An Yang's guess was correct, that his worries were redundant, and that he had almost missed a path to survival! But now, it proved that Flower Fruit Mountain had gained another share of strength, a bit more confidence, and some bargaining chips! It proved that the alliance between Flower Fruit Mountain and the Hermit Faction immortals and gods was still as solid as ever!
Only to see that the foremost immortal or god was wrapped in a loose robe, with sparse hair on his head, rather unremarkable, casually dressed, and even going barefoot below, standing peacefully suspended in mid-air.
The most striking feature was his pair of bare feet, which seemed disproportionately large, much bigger than ordinary people's!
"B... Barefoot Immortal?"
An Yang frowned slightly as he stared at him.
Right at this moment, Guanyin Bodhisattva put his palms together, bowed deeply, and hurriedly went up to greet him: "Welcome, Barefoot Immortal. Forgive this poor monk for failing to meet you from afar!"
"You are too polite, Bodhisattva," the Barefoot Immortal said.
Only then did An Yang experience a flash of realization.
He certainly knew of the Barefoot Immortal's great reputation, but perhaps because he had heard of it too much, cited too often by various Earth film and television works, people tended to overlook his sheer might—this was a person who could still sit in the front row at the Peach of Immortality banquet where ten thousand immortals gathered, ranking second only to the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West, and in terms of seniority, he was much higher than Tathagata Buddha of the Western Heaven!
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