"Chen Shan, we truly have you to thank this time. Otherwise, who knows how long it would have taken for the frostbite on our bodies to heal."
Seeing Chen Changming heal everyone before turning to tend to the Sea-Suppressing Divine Turtle and the Longli Vermilion Bird, Fan Feichen hurriedly flew forward and cupped his hands in salute, his tone brimming with sincere gratitude.
Though he was the sect master of the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect, after witnessing Chen Changming's heaven-defying potential firsthand, he no longer regarded him as an ordinary disciple. Instead, he held a few more measures of respect for him as an equal.
"Thank you, Chen Shan."
Li Huayuan quickly stepped forward as well, clasping his fists in thanks, his eyes full of admiration.
Though Qiu Zhenyun at the side said little, he too cupped his hands from afar, a gentle smile on his face. Clearly, he thought highly of this young cultivator.
Chen Changming was immediately somewhat flattered.
The three men before him were all foremost figures of the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect, yet they were treating him with such courtesy.
He hurriedly bowed in return and said respectfully, "You seniors traveled thousands of miles to save me, allowing this junior to escape danger. I will forever remember this kindness."
Seeing this, Li Zizai felt a jumble of emotions.
Deep down, he had never wanted Chen Changming to join the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect, but things had reached this point, and the choice was no longer his to make.
Suppressing his complicated feelings, Li Zizai laughed heartily and broke the somewhat solemn atmosphere. "You are all family now. There is no need to be so formal."
At those words, Fan Feichen's smile widened. Turning to Li Zizai, he said, "Fellow Daoist Li, now that Zhou Zhiling is dead, would you