Today, he had changed into a Scarlet Immortal Official Robe sent over by Tie Qingnian. Dark gold threads embroidered sea tides, dark clouds, and qilin patterns across it, and a Black Jade Belt cinched his waist.
He looked every inch a high minister of the Immortal Dynasty.
Facing the Iron Household's grand display, the Cloud Dream Province officials coming out to welcome him, and the awed gazes of the city's cultivators, he showed not the slightest trace of smugness.
As though Scarlet-Horned Cloud Qilin clearing the way, a fourth-tier flood dragon pulling his carriage, and the immortal insignia of the Subordinate Second Rank hanging high were all ordinary trifles unworthy of another glance.
In truth, however, Qing Chen was secretly savoring every moment, and his opinion of Tie Qingnian rose considerably. This man is a talent!
Only after hovering in the air and enjoying the feeling of ten thousand cultivators paying him homage did he slowly descend from the Dragon Carriage. He looked first at Tie Ming. "Brother Tie Ming, it truly has been a long time."
A deep chuckle came from beneath Tie Ming's visor. "Since we parted at the Nine Netherworlds Forbidden Grounds, Brother Qing, you have become a different man. We remain deeply grateful to you for saving our lives. Today, allow this younger brother to take the whip and drive your carriage, personally escorting you into the capital."
After witnessing Qing Chen's great battle with Long Yuan of Azureblood Lake that day, he had long since prostrated himself in admiration of this future Devil Lord, determined to cling tightly to this mighty figure's thick thigh from then on.
He had not spoken through voice transmission, so his words made quite a few nearby Immortal Officials' eyelids twitch.
Saving their lives? Taking the whip and driving his