"Brother Mu, I trust you've been well."
The man who appeared was none other than Chang Feng of the Southern Marsh!
Chang Feng had already reached the realm of a true Dao Zun cultivator, and with Breath Soil and Heavy Water fortifying the Inner World he had formed, he was no ordinary Dao Zun.
"Mu Bai pays his respects, Senior Chang Feng!"
Mu Bai was acquainted with Chang Feng and gladly stepped forward to greet him. Everyone else also paid their respects.
"Good, very good. Not only has your cultivation advanced greatly, but you also put the greater good first. I wasn't wrong about you." Chang Feng greatly approved of Mu Bai's actions and looked pleased. "Come back aboard the boat with me to talk. Didn't you mention Sect Master Rao Xing? I'll take you to meet him, hahaha..."
"Seriously? We were only talking..."
Everyone clicked their tongues, feeling a pressure that gripped their hearts even more tightly than facing the Beast Race army had.
What sort of figure was a Yuan Zun? How could their earlier words and actions have escaped Rao Xing's Divine Sense?
Filled with uncertainty, everyone followed Chang Feng and Mu Bai into the giant boat's main tent.
"We pay our respects to Yuan Zun Rao Xing!"
Mu Bai dared not presume upon his standing and led everyone in kneeling to pay their respects.
Rao Xing waved a hand, sparing them the formalities. "You have all shown great righteousness. There is no need for ceremony. Sit down and we will talk."
More than three hundred chairs had already been arranged on either side of the main tent, while nearly a hundred mighty Xiu Zun cultivators inside could only stand to either side. This was a sight perhaps no one had ever witnessed.
"Thank you, Yuan Zun!"