In mid-air, Zhang Yao's Escape Light suddenly stopped, revealing a hint of respect, and he said:
"Is it Master Uncle Fu Yaozi?"
"Junior Zhang Qing, a disciple of Wei Kingdom's Qinglian Sect, here under orders from the Luori Alliance Leader."
Hearing Zhang Yao's answer, the cold voice in his mind changed its tone:
"Are you a subordinate of Senior Brother Luori?"
"Then come down."
Zhang Yao respectfully acknowledged, then steered the Flying Sword Escape Light, descending towards the forest below.
A few breaths later, Zhang Yao's Escape Light touched down, and he looked up to find a figure in a gray Daoist robe, sitting cross-legged on a large rock.
Fu Yaozi appeared to be in his forties, his frame lean and face sallow, looking down at Zhang Yao with scrutiny.
"Greetings, Master Uncle Fu Yaozi."
Zhang Yao stepped forward two paces and bowed deeply.
"Rise."
Fu Yaozi remained motionless, speaking indifferently:
