At these words, the composure on Han Qinglong's face instantly froze, and a flicker of embarrassment flashed through his eyes.
Naturally, he knew Xiang Yan was referring to Sun Tong.
Though he was deeply unwilling to acknowledge that incompetent fellow disciple, the facts lay before him. All he could do was curse Sun Tong inwardly for disgracing the Chan Sect, unable even to deal with a mere mortal feudal lord.
Yet he still maintained an immortal master's calm. Setting down his teacup, he said lightly, "The immortal master General Xiang speaks of is indeed one of my junior brothers.
"It is simply that he was never diligent in his cultivation on the mountain. Among the third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect, his cultivation ranks at the very bottom. It is hardly surprising that he was defeated by Zhao Cheng."
"General, lead your army into battle without worry. There is no need to fear a surprise attack from Zhao Cheng.
"If Zhao Cheng truly dares show himself, leave him to me.
"Within three exchanges, I will surely take him down."
Hearing this, Xiang Yan's face immediately lit up with joy. Rising to his feet, he cupped his hands toward Han Qinglong. "Excellent! This campaign will depend entirely on Immortal Master Han!"
He knew what this immortal master was capable of.
After all, when Xie Qingmian had come to collect a debt, he had been driven away by Chu State's shamans. When Han Qinglong arrived in Chu State, he too had once been "shunned" by the Chu Shamans.
Yet not a single Chu Shaman had been able to do anything to him.
That was why Xiang Yan revered him as an immortal master.
Later, when troops were stationed along the border and clashes with Qin State broke out time and again, this