As the Second-Stage Demon Power dispersed, the three giant crocodile demons gradually calmed down.
Their foreclaws relaxed, and they poked their heads about. After a quiet spell, they finally stopped trembling.
But they had never raised their heads, so they had not seen Song Yan at all.
Seeing that the danger had passed, they slowly began stepping forward to resume their journey.
Only when several Qi Refining cultivators in the caravan activated their talismans did they stop for the moment.
Seeing that the immortal master in the sky had somehow driven those two Second-Stage Demon Beasts into flight without even attacking, everyone in the caravan felt still greater admiration.
They called out and bowed to Song Yan repeatedly. Though he could not quite understand them, they were probably thanking him.
Among the caravan was a somewhat older, richly dressed middle-aged man. Seeing Song Yan hovering in the air without saying a word to anyone, he slapped his forehead, seemingly realizing something.
He stopped speaking the local language and switched to the common tongue of the cultivation world.
"Honored immortal master! I am Yang Zhu, proprietor of the Jiangnan Egret Commerce Association. On behalf of all hundred members of this caravan, I bow in gratitude for your great kindness!"
The mortal workers and guards in the caravan also bowed their thanks.
The Qi Refining cultivators among them, however, felt far greater awe toward Song Yan than these mortals did.
To mortals, immortal masters came in only two kinds: those who could fly and those who could not.
But they knew that someone who could frighten off two Second-Stage Demon Beasts without attacking was very likely a False Core... or even a Golden Core Realm cultivator. Song Yan had no time to concern himself with these private thoughts. At last understanding what