Sandalwood incense curled through the front courtyard's banquet hall at the Su Family estate.
"Senior Jiang, for my daughter Lingyue to have been rescued by you was truly a heaven-sent blessing."
Su Zhenbang attended to Jiang Yan personally, repeatedly raising his cup in a display of impeccable courtesy.
His voice was sincere. "The Su Family will remember this kindness until our dying day."
"We have prepared a modest banquet today as a small token of gratitude. I hope you will not find it wanting, Senior Jiang."
Granted.
Of the two, Jiang Yan looked younger, but Su Zhenbang addressed him as "Senior" with practiced ease, without the slightest embarrassment.
On the martial path, those who attained greater heights came first.
With Jiang Yan's divine abilities, Su Zhenbang could not even hope to glimpse his back. Calling him "Senior" was entirely appropriate.
Besides, Su Zhenbang understood perfectly well that despite Jiang Yan's youthful appearance, he might actually be much older than himself.
As far as he knew, some powerful Divine Ability cultivators possessed techniques that restored their youth, while certain precious pills could likewise keep a person forever young.
Thus, appearance alone was probably no way to judge a senior's true age.
"You are too kind, Patriarch Su."
Jiang Yan took a sip of wine and felt a faint trace of fire spiritual energy spread through his limbs and bones.
He nodded slightly. "Saving Lingyue was no more than lifting a hand. There is no need to dwell on it."
This spiritual wine was surely of the finest quality by the Su Family's standards, but Jiang Yan found it unremarkable.
After all, at his current level of existence, even a casual breath contained countless times more origin power than that mouthful of spiritual wine.
"Senior, saying that leaves me with nowhere to