Zhen Yuanzi's words were filled with wonder and emotion.
Hearing them, Hong Yun froze.
"Oh? What do you mean, old friend?"
This time, Zhen Yuanzi pondered for a moment before saying gravely:
"In the past, you bore the primordial violet qi and became the target of every arrow."
"I originally thought you had joined the Interception Sect only because Saint Tongtian had saved your life, leaving you obliged to do so."
"But today, having witnessed Fellow Daoist Changqing's brilliance, unrivaled through the ages, I have a faint feeling."
"One day, those supposedly lofty Sages may pale before him, becoming unworthy of mention."
"With the Wine Sword Immortal in its ranks, the Interception Sect's future is beyond measure."
"And you, old friend Hong Yun-even if you merely bask in his radiance, we may one day have to look up to you."
Everyone knew that Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi were the closest of friends, bound by a deep friendship.
There was nothing they could not say to each other.
Now, envy showed on Zhen Yuanzi's face.
One could well imagine how profoundly Gu Changqing's actions this time had shaken him.
After all, though Gu Changqing had displayed unparalleled might before,
his opponents had merely been Daluo Golden Immortals or Quasi-Saint-level Mighty Experts.
In Zhen Yuanzi's eyes, opponents like those were hardly worth mentioning either.
But today, Gu Changqing had faced no fewer than four Sages.
Even so, Gu Changqing had dared to launch an attack himself.
And in the end, he had left the Four Saints utterly disgraced.
That feat alone left Zhen Yuanzi marveling, unable even to catch the dust in his wake.
Thus, he admitted his reverence for Gu Changqing with complete candor.
Hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words, Hong Yun smiled as well.
"Hehe, young friend Changqing's talent is indeed