"Thank you for your guidance, Senior."
Zhong Shan was quite tactful. As the eldest among the disciples, he immediately set an example and cupped his hands toward Yang Dengding in thanks.
Though these disciples of the Fuxi Clan were all proud by nature, they were not complete fools who knew nothing of the ways of the world. Zhong Shan in particular looked brawny and honest on the surface, yet he was an exceedingly shrewd man who often offered plans and counsel among the group.
Moreover, as the de facto leader of this group, his timely withdrawal when they had moved against Ye Tian earlier had merely been a test.
A man with such scheming naturally understood Yang Dengding's unspoken meaning. To receive guidance from such an eminent senior was truly a blessing not easily found even in ten thousand years.
"Having lain still in this ghostly place for several thousand years, it is only natural that I have become rather talkative."
The old man paid no attention to their courtesy. He merely waved his hand, then turned and left. Along the way, he took a wine flask from his sleeve and raised his head to take a great gulp. In an instant, fragrance filled the entire underground palace.
"Where is he going?"
Ye Tian looked at Yang Dengding's somewhat lonely back and softly asked Bai Xiang.
"That drunkard loves roaming mountains and rivers whenever he drinks. It is not unusual for him to vanish for a thousand years like this, leaving no trace for anyone to find. Everyone assumes he has gone somewhere to dream of yellow millet."
Bai Xiang answered carelessly, as though Yang Dengding acting this way was already commonplace.
"If we need to find him, what should we do?"
Ye Tian continued. Under the present circumstances, he