"Disciple Fu Ji greets Master." He let go of Xiao Ling's hand and knelt on one knee. He cupped his fists with both hands very respectfully.
His action stunned Xiao Ling for a moment and knelt down with Fu Ji. She knew that she had to be respectful towards the man in the middle.
"Get up." Feng Jun waved his hand and let Fu Ji get up.
"Thank you, Master." Fu Ji pulled Xiao Ling up from the ground.
"Is this the little girl you brought back?" Feng Jun looked at Xiao Ling with a gentle expression and asked softly.
Although he was over a thousand years old, cultivators had the ability to retain their looks. He also had a higher cultivation level and looked to be in his twenties. He wore a golden brocade robe and looked like a beautiful young uncle. His attitude towards Xiao Ling was also very gentle.
