Of course, this ridiculous thought only flashed through Li Daojun's mind once before he immediately crushed it and buried it deep in his consciousness.
He knew himself very well. He wasn't the reincarnation of some great figure. As a cultivator, there were some things he could still determine with certainty...
So why had Tyrant Song suddenly called him "Senior"? Every time Tyrant Song addressed him that way, he felt as though his life had been cut short—he really couldn't bear such a respectful title from a great figure.
"Little Friend Shuhang really hasn't changed." Venerable Yellow Mountain looked at Song Shuhang with relief.
Although his realm and strength had risen, his nature hadn't changed. He was still the kind-hearted young man he had been when he first joined the group.
That was a rare thing. If someone else had experienced such a rapid surge in strength over such a short period, their state of mind would very likely have swelled beyond control as well.
That was the relationship between one's Dao heart and strength. Powerful strength required an equally powerful Dao heart to match it.
Opposite them.
Merit Snake Beauty gazed from afar at the look of relief on Venerable Yellow Mountain's face and roughly guessed what he was thinking. Ever since she had learned to read Song Shuhang's expressions, she could occasionally infer other people's thoughts from their more obvious expressions as well.
[In fact, the reason Shuhang has always maintained such a good state of mind and basically never become overly inflated is that, apart from his personality... it's also because his circle of friends has always contained a group of absurdly powerful burdens who've influenced him.] Merit Snake Beauty added inwardly.
Under the influence of that group of absurdly powerful burdens and friends in his circle, Song