As Feng Wu looked at Shi Feiyang, wild waves surged through his heart.
His first reaction was: Which fellow Daoist is this? Has he taken a fancy to me? Could he have been passing overhead, caught sight of my beauty, and fallen in love at first sight...
With these thoughts in mind, he hurriedly straightened his clothes and stood, looking at Shi Feiyang with a hint of shyness and eyes brimming with tender feeling. "May I ask which fellow Daoist you are? What brings you here?"
Shi Feiyang told him, "My Daoist name is Primordial Yang. Have you heard of me?"
"Primordial Yang..." The name sounded unfamiliar at first, but Feng Wu immediately remembered someone, and his heart gave a jolt. "Might your surname be Shi, Perfected Person?"
Shi Feiyang nodded. "Indeed."
Feng Wu's brow twitched, and both alarm and delight stirred in his heart. Could even the legendary Reverend Shi have been bewitched by my beauty? Has he actually come looking for me of his own accord?
His heart could not help pounding wildly. He had long heard of this Perfected Person's great renown, especially in recent years. That blood fiend calamity which had swept across several provinces of the Central Plains and engulfed both banks of the Yangtze River had become known throughout the realm. He had heard that this very Perfected Person had finally resolved it, breaking the Heavenly Demon Immortal-Slaying Sword, driving Chiyou away, and even capturing Blood God Son Deng Yin!
Now that he saw him, Shi Feiyang was indeed strikingly handsome, ethereal and untouched by worldly dust. If such an immortal could become his companion, he could die without regrets!
He also felt that this dream was far too wonderful, almost impossible to realize. "What instructions might you have for this humble Daoist, Reverend