Just then, Jiang Yang looked up toward another direction, and a figure descended from the clouds.
"Martial Uncle Zang?"
"Is that Martial Uncle Zang? Why has he come?"
Indeed, as the disciples murmured among themselves, the man descending from the clouds was none other than Zang Yu, who had hurried over as fast as he could.
His expression was complicated, his eyes filled with both astonishment and admiration. Landing before Jiang Yang, he worked his lips several times before finally bowing deeply.
“If I saw correctly, this was an entire squad of cultivators. Brother Jiang, your abilities... leave me awestruck. Ruo was presumptuous earlier.”
Jiang Yang hurriedly reached out to support him and replied:
"What are you doing, Senior Brother Zang? You and I are working with one heart, both in service of the sect. There's no need to dwell on such a trifling matter."
"Well... I'm ashamed."
Zang Yu's emotions were difficult to describe, and he sighed deeply. He had witnessed everything Jiang Yang had done, and now he wholeheartedly accepted this Sword Cultivator from the direct lineage who had been appointed from above. Never again would he regard Jiang Yang as someone sent down merely to gild his credentials.
Jiang Yang waved away the watching disciples and ordered them back to work, then turned to Zang Yu.
"Senior Brother Zang, let's catch up later. We must first put out the fire below."
Jiang Yang was not particularly surprised by Zang Yu's arrival. After all, his unease had practically been written across his face. But Jiang Yang had been confident that once Zang Yu witnessed his abilities, he would lower his banners and still his drums.
At those words, Zang Yu glanced down, then smiled.
"I didn't arrive in time for the battle, but there's no need to trouble