"There's no need for such formality, Senior. If it weren't for your timely assistance, I might have already fallen at the hands of the Huiyue Demon Venerable. I will never forget your life-saving grace."
Wenn Ziyan gently waved her slender hand.
A giant, white whale emerged, soaring into the sky, seemingly incorporeal, yet carrying a palace on its back.
After entering the palace, the people of Wenxian Temple outside shouted in unison, "Farewell, sir!"
Seeing this scene, Zhou Yan, who was trailing behind, looked increasingly sullen, snorting disdainfully.
Previously being rebuked by Zheng Yi, he did not dare to continue flaunting in front of Zheng Yi.
However, for this reason he harbored a complete grudge against Zheng Yi. Whenever he saw him, his face immediately turned dark.
Lin Feng, caught in the middle, could only persuade his master while discreetly apologizing to Zheng Yi.
Zheng Yi didn't pay much attention to it, indulging in food and drink.
