Zhang Xiaohu knew Yang Haoya could not hear him, so he could not be bothered to correct him. Yet as he watched Yang Haoya's Primordial Spirit projection flicker between brightness and dimness, worry rose in his heart.
Sure enough, Yang Haoya said, "Though I do not know your name, you are still a person blessed with deep fortune. This poor Daoist can sense that the Primordial Qi of heaven and earth is exceedingly scarce. If you had come a few years later and this Primordial Spirit projection of mine had dispersed, then even if you wished to see me, you would not have been able to!"
Then Yang Haoya's Primordial Spirit projection flickered several more times. A bitter smile appeared on his face as he said, "This has still exceeded my expectations. I never imagined it would come to such a dire pass. Very well. Since I have little time left, I can only make a long story short."
"You are the chief senior disciple of my Misty Sect. I simply do not know whether your master is outside. If he is, trouble yourself to call him in. These matters should still be explained to the Great Sect Leader of the Misty Sect!"
"Reporting to Patriarch, this disciple is the Great Sect Leader of the Misty Sect!" Zhang Xiaohu explained once more, helplessly.
After a moment, Yang Haoya spoke again. "Very well. Are you the current Great Sect Leader of the Misty Sect?"
"That is correct!"
"Mm. There is no need to go into detail about my origins. This poor Daoist has not appeared for a very long time, so I fear you have never seen me before. I have already told your disciple that I have little time left, so I will make a long story short. I am