The White Tiger Race's Stance

When Liu Yuanchen had previously sent an avatar to receive Feng Yi, the fellow had worn an arrogant look.

Now, he seemed like a different person, exceptionally humble.

Seeing this, Liu Yuanchen truly wanted to ask, "Why were you so arrogant before, yet so respectful now, Fellow Daoist?"

However, with the Black Tortoise Race having surrendered as a whole, this was precisely the time to win hearts and recruit the various Demon Race factions.

Since the Phoenix Race showed signs of yielding, he naturally could not provoke him further.

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need for such courtesy. What a coincidence—Fellow Daoists Xuan Yu and Xuan Lin of the Black Tortoise Race arrived not long ago as well."

Feng Yi also bowed to Xuan Yu and Xuan Lin. "Greetings, Senior Xuan Yu. Greetings, Patriarch Xuan Lin."

Xuan Yu replied courteously, "So it is young friend Feng Yi. Back when we fought the Witch Race, you had always followed Feng Yu.

In the blink of an eye, two hundred thousand years had passed, and you had already become one of the Phoenix Race's upper ranks.

When you return and see Fellow Daoists Feng Yu and Huang Yan, convey my greetings to them."

As a junior, Feng Yi's attitude was naturally exceedingly respectful.

"The two ancestors often speak of you as well."

With the Black Tortoise Race present, Feng Yi felt immensely awkward.

He had come this time to probe Liu Yuanchen's intentions.

Yet before the Black Tortoise Race's ancestor and patriarch, many things were difficult to say.

Xuan Yu naturally saw his awkwardness. "Divine Lord, Xuan Lin and I shall excuse ourselves for now."

Liu Yuanchen nodded slightly. "Very well. Go wait in my Grotto-Heaven for the moment."

With a mere wave of his hand, he swept the two Black Tortoises