Huang Xiao was left utterly speechless. He knew Demon Phoenix's strength had long since surpassed his own, but he still could not truly gauge it.
Demon Phoenix would not say, and had never exerted its full strength, so Huang Xiao naturally had no way to judge.
Still, judging by their sparring during this time, even if Demon Phoenix had not recovered its Martial Realm strength, it had to at least be an expert in the Void Martial Realm.
And because it was a divine beast, it was definitely among the stronger beings in the Void Martial Realm.
With such an expert accompanying him, Huang Xiao felt somewhat more at ease. It was not that he necessarily wanted someone to lean on; having a trustworthy friend beside him, one who was even stronger than he was, would be a good thing for anyone.
"Let's go. We should hurry on our way." Huang Xiao said nothing more. He slung the Minghong Saber across his back and headed off.
The scabbard of the Minghong Saber on Huang Xiao's back had been modified slightly, made a little narrower and shorter. Even so, it was still rather large and best suited to being carried on his back.
Huang Xiao had not changed his appearance. In truth, he no longer cared all that much whether his identity was exposed.
As Demon Phoenix had said before, this might even force the Masked Old Man to show himself, giving Huang Xiao a chance to investigate some of the old man's schemes concerning him.
Of course, a single careless move in such a matter could cost him his life.
Thus, modifying the scabbard also reflected, to some extent, Huang Xiao's inner conflict. He wanted to draw out the Masked Old Man through his own presence, yet did not want