Yao Lao silently rolled that unfamiliar name around in his mind. He scoured his memories, only to discover that he had never even heard of this "Supreme Lord Lao."
Yet after witnessing that inconceivable scene, Yao Lao would never have assumed that the other party was obscure. He could only lament that he truly was a frog at the bottom of a well, his knowledge of this vast, boundless world still far too shallow.
An intense longing welled up within him. He wanted to grab Xiao Yi immediately and question him in detail about everything this "Supreme Lord Lao" had done. He wanted to know where this immortal had come from, what powers he possessed that could reach through heaven and earth, and how this brat Xiao Yi had, through some chance encounter, managed to "talk" him into appearing.
However, the lingering pride of Venerable Yao, along with his reserve as an elder before two juniors, forced him to suppress that urgency. He cleared his throat and tried to steady his voice, though the faint trembling of his spectral soul still betrayed his inner turmoil.
Yao Lao glanced at Xiao Yi, and a thought flashed through his mind like lightning striking flint: If I formally took this brat as my disciple too and taught him with care, perhaps someday... perhaps there might be another chance to draw Supreme Lord Lao here for a little guidance...
No! The thought had barely arisen before Yao Lao ruthlessly snuffed it out himself. He shook his head sharply, silently berating himself.
*Yao Chen, oh, Yao Chen, how could you entertain such a grasping, sordid thought! That mighty being manifested today-an opportunity as great as the heavens themselves. How could you scheme to exploit it? To receive this guidance today was already the good fortune