Though it was just a single level of difference, the gap was as vast as that between heaven and earth.
"Uncle Master Dan Yangzi is nearby. He should be here soon. Everyone, be careful and protect yourselves."
"Yes, Uncle Master!"
The Taishan Daoists hurried toward the scene of the fight. When they got closer, they stopped at the periphery to watch from a distance.
"Are you the brother Daoists from the Taishan Sect? I am Master Song He of the Qingcheng Sect. With a powerful enemy at hand, this humble Daoist cannot offer a full greeting. I hope you will forgive me!"
Although they had made no sound, a man of Master Song He's caliber had noticed their approach long ago.
"Senior, I cannot presume to be called 'brother Daoist' by you," Changfengzi said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "The Taishan Sect is but a small and minor sect. How could we dare to receive a full salute from a Master like yourself!"
