"Luo Qingya of Nanheng Ridge greets the Daoist."
'Huang Yuanzhou, at the Twelfth Layer of Qi Cultivation, actually failed?' he mused. 'He couldn't take down this Daoist.'
Then another doubt arose. 'Could Huang Yuanzhou have sold me out?'
'Is the Daoist here to call me to account?'
Luo Qingya's thoughts raced, but his expression remained placid—no matter what, he had ways to direct the Daoist's fury toward Gu Changling.
"I was unaware of your visit, Daoist. Please forgive my poor welcome."
Luo Qingya's attitude was deferential as he gave Jiang Yi a deep Daoist salute.
For someone of his Foundation Establishment Fifth Layer Realm to perform such a grand salute to a mere Qi Cultivation Cultivator, he had shown more than enough courtesy.
Jiang Yi said nothing, as if waiting for others.
A moment later, two more streaks of Profound Light tore through the sky and landed on Nanheng Ridge.
