Xiong Meng naturally knew Yang Chan's identity: the Jade Emperor's niece and True Person Yuding's disciple. But... so what?
Though my talents have gone unrecognized, and His Majesty still hasn't appointed me a Heavenly King, I, Xiong Meng, am a bona fide first-rank Orthodox God-the God of Fortune!
Besides, I'm my master's mount. A Saint used to ride me all the time! How dare a mere third-generation disciple like you jump out and question me? Kneel at once! Since you're young, your martial uncle won't hold it aga-
Clang! Before Xiong Meng could finish that inner monologue, a sudden flash dazzled its eyes. Yang Jian swung the Three-Point Double-Edged Blade in his hand and pointed its tip straight at it, saying with deliberate emphasis, "Speak to my third sister politely!"
"Uh..." Looking at the Three-Point Double-Edged Blade mere inches away, Xiong Meng froze, then its face twitched violently.
Damn it, can't a martial uncle even tell a martial niece to kneel and kowtow? Do you really have to scare me like this?
"Gulp..." Xiong Meng swallowed, took two steps back, then hurried behind Guang Chengzi, clutching his Daoist robe and trembling.
The sight left Guang Chengzi speechless. He looked at Yang Jian before him, then at the terrified Xiong Meng behind him, and asked, "You're a Great Immortal. Why... are you frightened so easily?"
"Huh?" At Guang Chengzi's words, Xiong Meng came to its senses. It looked up and met his eyes, a flash of realization crossing its own.
That's right! I'm a Great Immortal. Why should I be afraid of this three-eyed freak?
Having realized that, Xiong Meng blinked, then suddenly grew brave. It sprang out and landed back in its original spot with a thud, its enormous weight making the ground beneath everyone's feet tremble. Making a show