When Shi Song stepped into the top floor of Tianyi Tower, the atmosphere at the banquet suddenly turned very subtle.
Even an "outsider" like Zhao Ziyue could feel that the entire banquet seemed to be split in two, with two different auras intertwining against each other. Everyone belonging to Juebi City seemed to be drawing boundary lines for their stance within them, but before this atmosphere could become any clearer, Shi Song strode to the head seat and bowed deeply to Xie Yan:
"Many thanks, Immortal Xie, for extending a helping hand to save my Wanling Sect from the disaster of being slaughtered by demons. Everyone in the Wanling Sect is deeply grateful!"
Those seated did not know what matter he was speaking of that was so grave, and they were all very curious. Yet Xie Yan still wore that same expression, his near-colorless pupils even too lazy to shift as he simply gave a nod.
Shi Song did not mind, turning instead to Yu Ci at the side: "My Wanling Sect also keeps Daoist Yu's righteous deed deeply imprinted in our hearts."
What he spoke of was that business of dealing with Tu Du, and Yu Ci did not say much, smiling and cupping his hands in return.
Outwardly, Shi Song looked like a very forthright person, even carrying a somewhat fiery air. After exchanging formal greetings with Xie Yan and Yu Ci, he did not chatter idly, walking straight to his seat—which was right below Yu Ci. Then, he lifted his chin. Time had left very deep marks on his face, making this countenance look aged, and there were three parallel slender scars along his cheek, said to be a memento left from when he fought Jin Huan.
At that moment, he fixed a glare on Jin Huan