The junior-friend realm was the most unusual of all.
Either the other party had a low cultivation level but stood backed by an untouchable colossus, prompting an elder to politely call them "young friend" out of respect for that backing.
Or their talent was so extraordinary that it commanded admiration.
Or they were on good terms, and even if the other party's cultivation was higher, their youth allowed an elder to lean on old ties and play the senior to cultivate familiarity.
Lin Feiyan's gaze shifted slightly.
This old man was locked in a cell in the Southern Immortal Palace, and his cultivation seemed utterly unremarkable.
Yet he had dared to address Guest Elder Jiang, who could casually suppress and kill even an eight-piece Great Demon, as "young friend Jiang" with such ease.
Could it be...
That this old man and Guest Elder Jiang were old acquaintances?
Perhaps they even shared deep ties?
No wonder the guest elder had headed straight for this gloomy dungeon.
She had come to rescue someone she knew.
At that thought, Lin Feiyan's gaze toward Xuan Yang immediately grew a little more courteous.
The Dark Nether Patriarch, meanwhile, froze completely.
He whipped his head around, staring hard at Xuan Yang beside him, then turned in horror toward the white-robed figure outside the door.
Jiang Yuechu?!
Those three syllables struck his ears like thunder erupting from a clear sky.
He had never seen her face, but how could he not have heard her name?!
But... no... wait!
How could it be Jiang Yuechu?!
The Dark Nether Patriarch's eyes widened, his breathing quickened, and he stared helplessly at the incomparably beautiful girl.
They had all broken through the boundary and landed in this Cloud-Dream Realm... so why had he and Xuan Yang become prisoners, locked in a