Fu Dongxu had still been somewhat wary, but when he saw the giant tree take on a human form and heard its voice, he relaxed.
He stepped forward in midair. "Fu Dongxu is here!"
The towering tree man whirled around and strode toward them, each booming step shaking the earth.
"Good heavens, you scared the life out of me." Kujue cowered behind Fu Dongxu and muttered, "Who's this old geezer? Why's he giving you so little respect? I'm not looking to start trouble... but at the Hanging Temple, no one would dare talk to me like that."
Fu Dongxu ignored him and walked forward a few steps, hands clasped in greeting. "Elder Cang."
The tree man lowered his head and studied Fu Dongxu for a while. His jade-green eyes held no emotion.
Fu Dongxu did not lower his clasped hands.
After a moment, the tree man split open down the middle. A tall, white-haired old man with the face of a youth stepped out from within.
It looked as if he had pushed open a semicircular door that opened inward and emerged from his own "house."
The tree man remained rooted in place, as though it had truly become a treehouse.
The inside was empty.
Kujue did not fan the flames right away. In this situation, there was clearly no need for him to.
The white-haired old man, who had arrived in such a peculiar fashion, walked up to Fu Dongxu and looked him over before saying, "I am rather old, yes. So old that no one remembers me anymore."
"You jest," Fu Dongxu replied. "Who could forget someone as highly respected as you?"
The leader of Mirror World Terrace was treating him quite differently now, even showing him the deference due a junior. The newcomer must have been of