Too Many Soldiers Never Hurt
"Fellow Daoist, may I ask your name?"
Mu Yuan Honored One had repaired his physical injuries. Rising to his feet, he cupped his fists toward Hua Yunfei.
His posture was clearly that of a junior facing a senior.
He knew Hua Yunfei was younger than him, but in the cultivation world, age was not what mattered. Whoever had the higher cultivation was the senior and could serve as a master.
Thus, when he cupped his fists in greeting, Tian Zheng Hao, Tian Mingyue, and the others were not the least bit surprised. They found it perfectly natural.
"Feiyun," Hua Yunfei said with a smile.
"Fellow Daoist Feiyun." Mu Yuan Honored One cupped his fists again, smiling as he maintained a respectful posture.
If it had been anyone else, even a genuine Quasi-Immortal King, Mu Yuan Honored One would never have acted this way.
He came from the Angel Clan and had every reason to be proud.
But Hua Yunfei had first saved their lives from the Eerie Ghostly Figure, then saved them again from the Nine Heavens Profound Underworld Sect. Before this lifesaving benefactor, he simply could not hold his head high.
"Senior Feiyun."
After repairing their injuries, Tian Zheng Hao, Tian Mingyue, and the others also hurriedly followed Mu Yuan Honored One in paying their respects.
"No need for such formalities."
Hua Yunfei waved a hand. "Although I saved you, the crisis facing you—or rather, the Angel Clan behind you and the various races of the Heavenly Realm—may not yet be over."
"Fellow Daoist, are you saying that the Nine Heavens Profound Underworld Sect may not merely be targeting us, but all the races of the Heavenly Realm?" Mu Yuan Honored One asked.
At those words, Tian Zheng Hao, Tian Mingyue, and the others