"The Ancestor and Thorough Ancestor have heard the news and asked me to congratulate you on their behalf, wishing that your path advances further in the Mahayana Treasure Realm."
Qi Mang bowed in return:
"Thank you, fellow Daoist."
"Hahaha! Qi Mang, you're truly bringing glory to the Panwu Hall!"
A loud laugh like thunder rang out, and a stout figure stepped through the air—it was Yuan Ba.
He wore black gold armor, his body emanating a powerful Dao Rhyme, and he heavily patted Qi Mang's back.
Qi Mang's lips slightly curved upwards: "Master Uncle gives too much praise."
Yet, his heart felt warm, as the congratulations from these fellow sect members and friends dispelled the fatigue from his continuous battles.
Around were many Immortal Mansion disciples, as well as prodigies from various provinces, who gathered to offer congratulations, their tones filled with admiration.
"Brother Qi Mang is impressive!"
