Jiang Ji Xiu stood among them, shock evident in his eyes. He no longer knew how many years it had been since he had revealed such an expression.
His Dao heart swayed. Cupping his fists, he said solemnly, "Ji... Senior Ji."
Upon saying this, the expressions of the Ji Clan immortals changed wildly. This one was actually an immortal of their Ji Clan?!
But why was there not the slightest record of him? As a Peak Immortal, how had he lived until now?!
Even now, the Ji Clan did not know who this one truly was or where he had emerged from. Yet Jiang Ji Xiu could speak with him, so naturally no one doubted his words.
They did not even dare speak now. This Human Race senior's aura was far too ancient. He was absolutely not a human of this era. Even the Ji Clan members connected to him by blood felt only incomparable unfamiliarity.
The brows of the other immortals lowered slightly in an instant. Their hearts were likewise extremely unsettled, and they did not dare speculate further about which ancient expert of the Ji Clan he was. Immortals must not speak recklessly.
Yet to outsiders, these Human Race immortals appeared calmer than the last, making it impossible to guess what they were thinking.
Ji Kun glanced at them faintly and said with calm indifference, "There is no need for us to know each other."
He said only that one sentence, without any lofty words.
Nor did he blame the Human Race immortals as he had while speaking to himself earlier, then add that he was actually quite disappointed in them, before putting on the air of an ancestor... welcoming the bows of hundreds of millions of Human Race Cultivators.
Ji Kun said nothing more and explained nothing.