Though Whitehead Island was now nothing more than a passerby to Tang Changsheng, whether its people feared him no longer mattered.
What mattered was Lu Yuanzhen's attitude. If Lu Yuanzhen wanted revenge for what had happened back then, Tang Changsheng certainly would not refuse.
Lu Yuanzhen waved a hand indifferently. "Let him in. Those grudges are all ancient history. He's come a long way; you may as well meet him."
With that, Lu Yuanzhen turned to leave. His attitude could not have been clearer.
Tang Changsheng had long since stopped caring about Whitehead Island's petty affairs. Lu Yuanzhen had risen alongside him and was now on the verge of becoming a True Immortal. Why would he still hold a grudge over something so small?
Besides, when they had clashed with Whitehead Island, Lu Yuanzhen and his disciple had actually come out ahead!
But Lu Yuanzhen was proud by nature. He could not be bothered to deal with that motley crew of ox-ghosts and snake-gods. With a wave of his hand, he prepared to return to his cultivation.
Tang Changsheng had no interest in Bai Qufei, either. It was generous enough of him not to seek trouble with Whitehead Island.
He could not be bothered to meet Bai Qufei. Instead, he casually ordered someone else to see him and accept his gifts, settling the old grudge between them.
In truth, if Tang Changsheng refused the gifts, Bai Qufei would never believe the grudge was settled, no matter what he said.
Just then, after frowning in thought for some time, Wang Yufu suddenly said to Tang Changsheng, "My lord, it would be best if you met Bai Qufei yourself."
Tang Changsheng was briefly taken aback. Lu Yuanzhen, meanwhile, had already vanished as smoothly as drifting clouds and flowing water. Whatever Tang Changsheng