Suddenly brought to this unfamiliar mountain forest, Xiao Yan was filled with shock and uncertainty. Yet before this unfathomable senior who had just saved his life,
he did not dare show the slightest disrespect. He hurriedly bowed deeply and offered a solemn salute:
"Junior Xiao Yan thanks you for saving my life, Senior!" His tone was sincere. "May I ask what you need this junior to do?
So long as it lies within this junior's abilities, I will certainly do everything in my power to repay your kindness!"
Ming Xin looked at the youth before him, who was putting on a calm front while turmoil had already engulfed his heart. He could not help but chuckle and wave a hand.
"No need for such courtesy. This poor monk did not act entirely for your sake. It was merely a matter of coincidence; I simply could not stand the Misty Cloud Sect's conduct."
Then his tone shifted. His gaze seemed to casually sweep over the black ring on Xiao Yan's finger, and his voice carried a trace of amusement.
"Besides, this poor monk... appreciates you greatly. Of course, I also appreciate... the Venerable Yao, Yao Chen, within the ring on your hand."
Bzzzz—!
Xiao Yan felt as though something had exploded inside his head! Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and his heart plunged straight to the bottom!
Yao Lao! This senior had revealed his teacher's existence in a single sentence?! How did he know?! Who exactly was he?! What did he want?!
Overwhelming fear and despair instantly seized Xiao Yan's heart, yet he still forced himself to hold on, squeezing out a smile uglier than a crying face.
His voice trembled almost imperceptibly as he attempted one last struggle.
"Se... Senior, wh... what are you talking about? What Yao Lao?