At this moment, a crisp crane cry echoed from the sky, accompanied by the sound of flapping wings. A flowing light descended, transforming into a youth dressed in black and white feathered robes, with red lips and white teeth.
"Greetings to both Immortal Masters."
The youth bowed courteously, completely different from his lazy and casual demeanor when in the Southern Continent.
"No need for such formality, Child."
True Master Yun Miao lightly nodded his chin and raised his hand in return.
Although the other was of the Demon Race, he was not a disciple, but rather a child under Elder Qing Guang. This was the best path for most of the Demon Race.
Furthermore, he had cultivated for many years, attaining deep boundaries that could already rival Yun Miao himself. His master was Yun Miao's senior uncle, and his position in the sect surpassed Yun Miao's own master significantly.
Respect the Buddha even if you don't respect the monk.
