The person who best understood the burly man here was the old man holding the vine staff.
Though he had hidden underground and missed the battle, the devastation in the mountains made it clear how fierce the clash between dragon and demon had been.
But the old man knew full well that mere consolation would do no good now. With the burly man's temperament, he would take it as an excuse for a loser, and it might even backfire.
So the old man instinctively looked at Stoneborn beside him.
"Little one, Lord Jun risked his life to save you. What is your name, and which immortal sect do you belong to?"
This was precisely what the burly man and the old man had wanted to know earlier, before the dragon's roar disrupted everything.
At the old man's question, even the burly man instinctively raised his head to look at Stoneborn. He was still very eager to hear the answer.
Things had reached this point, and not only Stoneborn but even Hui Mian felt there was no reason to conceal anything from the demon before them. They could both see how much he wanted to know.
Stoneborn bowed deeply and respectfully to the burly man.
"Thank you for coming to my rescue, Lord Jun. My surname is Mo, and my given name is Shisheng—Mo as in ink, and Shisheng as in born from stone. My master is Yi Shuyuan. We don't have an immortal sect, but my master is really powerful!"
"And me! My name is Hui Mian!"
The burly man seemed to have calmed somewhat. Still despondent, he murmured the names again.
"Mo Shisheng, Hui Mian, Yi Shuyuan..."
But one of those names sounded familiar to the old man beside him. After thinking carefully, his heart suddenly lurched.
"Is your