Dong Tian Di's cultivation must have suppressed the Seventh-Order, a feat almost unimaginable in the realm of cultivators.
Nevertheless, Liang outwardly smiled and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture. "Greetings, Senior."
Dong Tian Di's lips curved into a mysterious, almost enigmatic smile as his sharp gaze lingered on Liang, scrutinizing him. "Not bad. You are bold and courageous. The Dong Clan owes you for what you have done."
Liang waved his hand dismissively, his face calm and collected. "I only did what was right, Senior. It was also quite convenient at the time."
Dong Tian Di couldn't help but laugh, a deep, reverberating sound. "What people remember is the outcome, not the process or the situation."
Liang nodded in agreement; his thoughts mirrored those of Dong Tian Di's.
"Although you have tried to conceal your identity, many are already investigating you," Dong Tian Di said casually, his keen eyes still locked onto Liang.
