However, they had long heard of these elders.
One reason they had come up the mountain this time was that the other party was an elder from True Person Ming's faction.
Thus, the two of them vaguely guessed that it was very likely related to that Holy Son's Dao Protector.
But if it was a Dao Protector, the Holy Son's Dao Protector should actually have been one of these elders.
That was assuming the other party was truly such a monstrous genius that all sides would set aside their conflicts and unite their interests against a common enemy.
Otherwise, the Holy Sons established in the past had generally fought their way up step by step from among the candidates.
Such Holy Sons could not be called weak, but for a force built upon destiny as the foundation of its schemes, the direction seemed somewhat off.
Thus, before returning, True Persons such as True Person Ming had instead been more likely to become Dao Protectors.
But after thinking it over for several days, they had come to understand the situation somewhat.
"Greetings, Elder Yimu."
The old man fishing did not turn his gaze back.
Only a voice arose.
"You handled this descent-from-the-mountain mission quite well."
The old man spoke slowly.
The two lowered their eyes slightly.
They respectfully replied, "It was all thanks to the Alliance's cultivation."
"Enough. This old man need not waste words on pleasantries."
As soon as his words fell, instead of placing the fish back into the creel, he released it into the Heavenly River again.
At the sight of this, True Person Ming remained expressionless, while Xuanfa's brows twitched slightly.
Because what came next was the important part.
Before an elder, the two had long since reined in every thought in their minds. Without stirring a