Yu Ci did not expect Dong Yan to elevate him to such heights, and was left momentarily speechless.
On the other side, once Dong Yan's definitive verdict escaped his lips, his heart surged with turmoil as well.
During the clash of the divine masters, there had been no tribulation cloud blocking the view around Xi Yu Lake, so the myriad cultivators present had witnessed with their own eyes the Emperor's grand avatar standing in the middle of the firmament, pointing at the stars and arranging the Dipper, wielding the supreme divine power and might to survey boundless millions of miles as if viewing the palm of a hand.
Nowadays the entire world was abuzz with the thunderous names of Heavenly Monarch Yuanxu and Shangqing Later Sage, with the faction of Xi Yu Lake being the most fervent of all. Having listened to it for so many days running, his ears were practically ringing.
Back in Juebi City, who could have imagined that the young man who once borrowed the prestige of the Li Chen Sect as a fox exploits the tiger's might would now be a mighty figure whose mere footfall could cause the Three Northern Lakes to churn and surge?
In truth, at the very moment the greeting had slipped out, Dong Yan had already felt a pang of regret. The first word—or perhaps half a word—came entirely on a wave of alcoholic bravado, a desire to show off his prowess and connections before his companions. Yet once it was out, he realized with a start that the two of them now lay separated by an unbridgeable chasm. Moreover, after so many years, Yu Ci's actual temperament remained a complete unknown.
As Yu Ci's gaze shifted over, a nameless sense of suffocation gripped him. He feared making a mess