It was rare for Senior Han to come to the treasure vault. They, the Deva ancestors, had yet to ask for guidance, but this kid beat them to it.
"Ying Que is usually extremely arrogant. He only shows respect to us old fellows on the surface. I didn't expect him to show Senior Han such obedience," the blue-robed middle-aged Deva sitting on the left cushion said angrily. Although he was teasing, his tone was a little sour.
"This concerns the Great Dao of cultivation. How can that be the same? If Senior Han can guide me to break through to the Perfected Lord realm, I'll be even more enthusiastic than this kid! I'll kneel three times and kowtow nine times on the spot to pay my respects to him!" The young Deva sitting on the right cushion sighed.
"Alright! Senior Han isn't here yet. You have to flatter him in person!"
