"I believe that with your strength, fellow Daoist, you will surely pass the tribulation without difficulty," Ying Wu said.
"I think so as well," Song Wen echoed from beside him. "Among the countless cultivators of the Profound Realm, who does not know that your strength is unfathomable, that you tower above countless mighty figures of this age, and that your Dao heart is as firm as bedrock? If even someone with such solid foundations and thorough preparations cannot pass the tribulation, then I fear no one under heaven can transcend it and become an immortal."
"Then I thank you both for your auspicious words," Xugeng said with a smile.
"By the way..." Ying Wu abruptly changed the subject. "Fellow Daoist Xugeng, when I first arrived at the Divine Blood Sect, a moment of carelessness led me to mistakenly kill an inner sect elder-Yan Ming. The fault was mine. I have heard that Yan Ming was Deputy Sect Master Ming Yuan's personal disciple. I wish to apologize to Deputy Sect Master Ming Yuan, but unfortunately, I do not know him. Could you introduce me?"
"Yan Ming?"
Xugeng's expression remained as serene as a gentle breeze beneath light clouds.
Yet he seemed not to know who Yan Ming was. After a moment's recollection, he replied.
"I remember now. Yan Ming was merely an Integrated Body Realm Cultivator. If he is dead, so be it. As for Ming Yuan, I will speak to him. I certainly will not allow him to bear a grudge against you over this."
"Thank you, fellow Daoist Xugeng," Ying Wu said.
Although Song Wen had previously said that Xugeng would never allow Ming Yuan to harm so much as a hair on Ying Wu's head, Ying Wu had still harbored some concerns.
Only now, after receiving Xugeng's personal