"Oh?"
Huanglong True Person gave a faint smile and said, "Is that so?"
"Why have I never heard Fellow Daoist Spirit Crane mention that he had a friend like you?"
"And if you truly came to make friends, why hide your real appearance?"
By the end, Huanglong True Person's gaze sharpened as he looked coldly at Rong Li.
Upon hearing this, Rong Li's expression froze for a moment before he burst into laughter.
"Fellow Daoist, your eyes are truly keen!"
"But this was not this old man's deliberate doing. It is merely that this old man is timid by nature and accustomed to such precautions!"
"I hope Fellow Daoist will not take offense!"
As he spoke, he did not feel the slightest embarrassment, casually brushing the matter aside in a single sentence as though it were nothing.
It was clear that he was highly experienced and remarkably thick-skinned.
As soon as his words fell, a faint black mist seeped from his body, shrouding him before vanishing in a flash.
When they looked again, Rong Li's previously decrepit appearance had vanished. In its place stood an exceedingly burly Middle-aged Man.
At this sight, Huang Xiaoming, who stood in the main hall, narrowed his eyes and cried out, "It's you?"
At this moment!
Huanglong True Person, seated upon the treasured throne at the head of the hall, frowned and barked, "Do not be rude!"
"No need for such courtesy. It is but a trivial matter; why should Fellow Daoist become angry?"
Seated in his chair, Rong Li looked at Huang Xiaoming with a beaming smile, a strange hint of amusement hanging at the corners of his mouth.
"This disciple was discourteous!"
Huang Xiaoming hastily said, "Please forgive me, Senior!"
Though Huang Xiaoming's expression was respectful, towering waves had already risen in his