"Lu, this time it was thanks to your intervention that this old man was able to escape disaster. Previously, I had underestimated you; Mount Shu truly lives up to the reputation of being one of the six major sects, with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I admit defeat,"
the Great Xia State Preceptor put aside his aloofness and expressed sincere admiration.
Had it not been for Lu Changsheng's astonishing cultivation level, the people from Xia Kingdom would have been inescapable from calamity.
"In dire straits, the State Preceptor still stepped forward, possessing the grace of the Literary Sage."
As the other party sincerely apologized, Lu Changsheng also gave him enough respect, a mutual adulation of sorts.
"Daoist Lu, from Heyang City to Tianyu Mountain, you have helped our Xia Kingdom twice. This kindness I shall never forget. Once I return to the imperial city, I am willing to present as a gift a sixth-grade elixir pill, no, a seventh-grade elixir pill."
