Clad in a billowing azure robe, he slowly stepped into the Ban Shan Sect.
All six Sect Leaders from Southern Hong ceased what they were doing and stood up in unison, even the proudest, Ye Jiu, bore a face of deep respect and earnestly bowed with hands clasped.
"We meet Senior Perfected Zi Xuan."
Even as Nanyang fell and the Seven Sects were trapped in the borderlands, they had never harbored resentment for the aged Purple-Bearded White Dragon.
Everyone was well aware that the other party had done his utmost within his capabilities and had always been concerned for the well-being of the Seven Sects. He even went as far as to invoke Fairy Zi Ling's name to intimidate the Immortals, an act which, for Perfected Zi Xuan, was a tremendous humiliation.
The middle-aged man looked affectionately at these individuals. Though among them were powerful beings of the Heaven Realm, Sect Leaders securing precious grounds, they appeared as but a group of children yet to mature in his eyes.
