However powerful the Azure Sea True Void Palace was, it was still a cultivation sect. Everyone within it was a cultivator.
Every Yang Spirit True Person who reached that level had lived a legend, with countless experiences, chance encounters, and strokes of fortune behind them. Each had also endured decades, even centuries, of lonely, arduous cultivation.
To respect—even revere—these Yang Spirit True Persons was to revere the Great Dao and the pioneers on the path of cultivation. It was also to respect the path one walked oneself...
No matter how one looked at it, Gu Junjie was merely an ordinary disciple who had not even reached Manifestation. He had no standing to look down on a Yang Spirit True Person.
Naturally, that made him hate Bai Cheng, who had deliberately led him into offending one, all the more. His teeth itched with it.
Just then, Gu Huanling, who had remained silent all this time, spoke with a thoughtful look. "So he's a disciple of the Primordial Yang Church. No wonder my Little Marten caught a scent..."
"Caught a scent?" The others did not understand, but Gu Junjie did. The Little Marten in Junior Sister Gu Huanling's arms was no ordinary creature. Anything whose scent caught its interest was no ordinary thing.
It seemed the Little Marten had caught some scent earlier, and that was what had piqued Junior Sister Gu Huanling's interest.
That was why he had led a group after Tang Changsheng and called for him to stop. His supposed presumptuous request had actually been an offer to buy the treasure Tang Changsheng carried, all to please Junior Sister Gu Huanling.
But once he learned that Tang Changsheng had a Yang Spirit True Person behind him, the idea vanished without a trace! Now he even felt a little regret.