"So it's the Great Immortal from the Jinxian Sect."
The portly man cupped his hands together, grinning obsequiously, "We had no idea of your distinguished arrival, my apologies for the lack of welcome. Please forgive us."
The others also cupped their hands, each displaying an ingratiating smile.
"Great Immortal, we are but honest folk, never involved in the Demonic Path's affairs. Whatever suspicion there might be... could it be a misunderstanding?" The portly man said, nodding and bowing.
Song Yin remained silent, just standing quietly, seemingly waiting for something.
Soon, a figure rose from the ground, quickly taking the shape of a thin, tall person.
This strange spectacle made everyone's eyes widen.
A person emerging from the ground, indeed the workings of an Immortal!
"Senior brother..."
Gao Sishu greeted Song Yin with a bow.
"How did it go?" Song Yin asked indifferently.
