"Daoist Jiang, I truly must thank you for this."
Old Ancestor Taihuang was a proud man. He had made a name for himself at a young age, and his martial cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds until he attained the Jie Realm. He had been the founder and patriarch of a sect for many years now.
As an elder of a great power like the Kunlun Divine Palace, he naturally carried himself with pride. Yet at that moment, he was exceptionally courteous to Jiang Yan. There were two reasons for this.
First, if Jiang Yan hadn't suddenly unleashed his strength during the breakout, everyone from the Kunlun Divine Palace—including Taihuang himself—would have become food for the Seven-Colored Godly Monarch. There was no doubt about that.
Second, the martial world revered the strong, and Jiang Yan had displayed extraordinary combat prowess. That alone was enough to earn Old Ancestor Taihuang's respect.
"Daoist Taihuang, you're too kind. In that battle, we were all in the same boat, so naturally we had to work together."
"Otherwise, none of us would have escaped alive."
Jiang Yan didn't let success go to his head. He had indeed played a crucial role in the battle, but without the Demon-Suppressing Master and Ye Tiandu working with him, escaping would have been difficult.
"Regardless, I'll remember this kindness, Daoist Jiang. In the future... I'll repay you handsomely."
Old Ancestor Taihuang spoke with unwavering resolve. But in the next moment, his tone shifted.
"Daoist Jiang, I have an unreasonable request."
"Hengshan City has been occupied by that tenth-rank aberration. The city is the foundation of our Divine Palace. If it is destroyed... our sect will be like duckweed on the water, doomed to decline."
"I'd like to ask you to join us once more and help us reclaim