"The first time I heard Young Friend Song's name was several years ago. You fought a bloody campaign across ten thousand li, slaying several Foundation Establishment Cultivators and making a name for yourself in the Southwest.
Later, when I saw you at the Great City Lord's birthday banquet, I thought you were a young prodigy, truly worthy of your reputation. I even discussed it with my fellow Daoists.
I just never imagined that today, we old men would find ourselves trapped because of a moment of greed, only to be rescued by you, Young Friend. It truly makes me ashamed."
An old man in a gray Daoist robe with a Profound Bird Pattern embroidered on the chest and sporting a goatee walked up to Song Changsheng, bowing with cupped hands and a look of shame.
Although Song Changsheng didn't know the old man's identity, the man's profound and unmovable aura told him that this was a Purple Mansion Great Cultivator.
He hurriedly stepped aside, not daring to accept such a bow.
