"You're too kind, Senior!"
He Pingsheng hurried to his feet and reached out to support Deputy City Lord Tianyin's arm. "Please don't humble me like this, Senior. I'll always remember your kindness today!"
They were all intelligent people. There was no need to spell out many things so clearly.
A hint was enough; you understood, and so did I.
That was just fine!
"Please, sit!" The two sat down again.
Tianyin took a sip of tea. "Like you, Chu Sheng is at the fifth layer of the human immortal stage. His aptitude is quite good as well. Chu Sheng, come pay your respects!"
"Yes, Grandfather!"
The young man in the Moon-White Robe bowed respectfully to He Pingsheng, his expression sincere. "Greetings, Senior!"
He Pingsheng smiled. "We're both at the same cultivation level. No need to be so formal. Just call me Fellow Daoist from now on!"
"Yes!" Chu Sheng cupped his hands and stepped aside.
The cultivation He Pingsheng currently revealed was only at the third layer, but the other party was a profound immortal powerhouse. It was hardly surprising that he could see through his cultivation at a glance.
After all, that purple-robed woman, the Star Emperor's daughter, had only been at the human immortal stage, yet she had also seen through He Pingsheng's Bronze Mask.
People with power, influence, and status always had some means beyond everyone else's reach.
"This sword is for you!" Once they finished their tea and were about to part, Deputy City Lord Tianyin took out another sword and gave it to He Pingsheng.
This was not a Flying Sword, but a sword three feet long.
Its scabbard was silver, gleaming with a biting chill, and lightning-path immortal essence flickered over it.
"The sword itself is only an ordinary first-grade immortal artifact, nothing worth