"Eh?!"
"Ye Xuan…, Sir?!"
Jiang Jing and Qiu Wenhan, upon hearing Xu Jiu's address, were suddenly bewildered.
"What? You don't recognize the sir?" Xu Jiu, seeing the looks on Jiang Jing and Qiu Wenhan's faces, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "With his strength, his status within the sect should be quite high, right?"
"No, no." The two then came around, with a storm of shock surging in their hearts.
What had Ye Xuan done last night in the Artifact Refining Hall, and why did Old Master Jiu respect Ye Xuan so much, even using such a formal address?!
Others might not know, but Qiu Wenhan certainly did.
Back when Old Master Jiu was famous around the Tianqing Mountain Range, someone had forcibly come to the Emperor Immortal Sect demanding artifact refining, only to be beaten into a hasty retreat by Old Master Jiu's bronze divine puppet and later torn apart.
Since then, the name of Old Master Jiu had been both respected and feared.
