Hong Yun's shout echoed through the air.
Perhaps there was truly something a little strange about the phrase, "Fellow Daoist, please wait."
Bei Ming was also rather curious about why Hong Yun had stopped him. After all, the two had barely crossed paths before.
They had only probed each other with Spiritual Sense just now, and were still quite some distance apart.
Out of curiosity, Bei Ming hovered in the air and waited for the moment.
Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi were not slow. A few breaths later, they caught up.
With a smile on his face, Hong Yun cupped one fist in salute and spoke warmly. "Fellow Daoist Beiming, it has been a long time. Ever since we parted at Zixiao Palace, none has surpassed your renown.
Restoration of the North, saving all living beings—such benevolent deeds should serve as an example to cultivators like us."
Zhen Yuanzi was humble and composed as he returned the salute. "Fellow Daoist Beiming, greetings from this Poor Daoist."
Bei Ming raised his hand in return, calm and unhurried. "Two Fellow Daoists, it seems you are also headed to the Demon Race to attend the Heavenly Court's founding Grand Ceremony?"
"Indeed!" Hong Yun replied in a light, casual tone.
"It is rare for the Primordial Wilderness to have such a safe and grand gathering. How could I possibly miss the excitement?"
Ever since Hongjun's lectures at Zixiao Palace had ended, Hong Yun had spent most of his time shut inside Wuzhuang Temple by Zhen Yuanzi, cultivating. He had nearly been stifled to death.
Now that he could finally come out for some air, his entire person seemed bright and spirited.
When the Demon Race established the Heavenly Court and decided to hold this Grand Ceremony, Zhen Yuanzi had initially disagreed with Hong Yun's