Tang Changsheng was horrified, yet delighted. No wonder the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp could act upon his Celestial Heart Sea of Consciousness. It was far more powerful than he had imagined.
With no one to guide him before, he truly had not brought out the lamp's greatest power.
His doubts resolved, he asked Fang Xin, "Brother Fang, what's wrong?"
Fang Xin trembled and hurriedly said, "Please don't call me that, please don't call me that... Brother Tang, who is this...?"
"This is my senior brother, Xin Chengying," Tang Changsheng introduced.
Fang Xin hastily bowed to Xin Chengying. Just as I thought. I've long suspected Brother Tang was a disciple of a great Daoist sect, and now I see I was right.
Brother Tang is young and inexperienced. He doesn't put on airs, and he's easy to talk to. But his senior brother looks like another matter entirely!
To Fang Xin, though, that was only proper. What disciple of a great sect would spare a glance for a lowly Ghost Messenger like him?
"I heard things have been turbulent in Wu Hou State lately, so I wanted to discuss it with Brother Tang. I never expected to run into your senior brother..." Fang Xin looked ready to cry.
"Oh, so you're my junior brother's friend. Then I really was rash just now," Xin Chengying said, without a trace of sincerity.
Fang Xin insisted it was nothing, while inwardly cursing his luck. A disciple of such a great sect could kill a Ghost Messenger and be done with it. Who would dare object? Let alone if he killed a mere hanger-on serving under one. The man would have died for nothing...
But only by winning the favor of such a great sect could someone like Fang Xin soar to wealth and rank!