"Who are you?"
Great Sage Moke of Mount Sumeru studied the cultivator before him, who looked like an ordinary old man of the Human Race. The man was certainly no ordinary person, nor was he human. Only his advanced age seemed genuine. "May I ask who you are?"
"I am Hun Tuo. A pleasure to meet you, fellow Daoist Moke."
Great Sage Huntuo spoke with a genial smile. He seemed approachable, unlike most Primordial Ancestral Kings.
"So you are fellow Daoist Huntuo. I have long heard of you!"
Great Sage Moke immediately returned the greeting.
It was no empty courtesy. Though he had spent these years in the Western Desert, he had heard many tales of this Great Saint of the Primordial Race.
The tale of Huntuo challenging the Battle Holy Emperor was the most widely told on the Big Dipper. Everyone knew the emperor must have held back, but surviving that encounter was still something worth boasting about.
Besides his defeat at the Battle Holy Emperor's hands, Great Sage Huntuo had never lost a battle. He ranked among the stronger Great Saints of the Primordial Race.
"Beyond the great imperial clans, the ancient races have powerful figures like you, fellow Daoist Huntuo. Their foundations truly run deep."
Great Sage Moke continued the pleasantries.
"The Human Race is far stronger than the ancient races. Even if all the imperial clans and King Clans joined forces, they could probably only just stand alongside humanity."
"And fellow Daoist Fang Yang became a Great Saint at such a young age. The younger generation truly inspires awe. Even an old fellow like me wants to live a few more years to witness a miracle."
As Great Sage Huntuo chatted with Great Sage Moke, he sounded him out for some effective Buddhist method of extending