Huang Ze usually acted like an expert wherever he went.
After all, in the eyes of most people, a Nascent Soul stage cultivator was like an immortal!
But now, the sect had been destroyed by Song Meng and his men, and he was no different from a stray dog.
Now, after receiving such courtesy, even if he was just a junior who had not even reached the Golden Core stage, Huang Ze felt a warm current flow through his heart!
"Thank you, little friend. Please lead the way!"
The two of them came to the guest hall. Huang Ze drank two cups of tea served by the servants, and Zhu Zhao's voice came from outside!
"Huang Ze, old man, how come you have time to come to my place? Have you comprehended the 'Goodness is like water' that Senior gave you? Don't tell me you came to show off to me! Hahaha!"
