"You are Lord Zhu Yike!"
In fact, Zhu Yike almost blurted out "You are Grandpa Zhu Yike" but, somehow, the words took a turn just before leaving his mouth.
Clearly, this was not a good step down.
Perhaps it wasn't even a step.
Zhu Yike found himself between a rock and a hard place.
"Swish swish swish!"
Fortunately, people had arrived at the foot of the mountain at this time.
From the closest Fusang City, dozens of figures flew across the sky.
Yet, upon perceiving the situation on the mountain, each hurriedly landed, to show respect while also finding cover that provided some sense of security.
In the distance, there were also silhouettes popping up, spiritual cultivators who were drawn to the surroundings of Lingyu Mountain by the ghostly tide of the Ghost Buddha Realm, either by choice or not.
In no time, the hilltops were packed with spectators.
"He is Hua Changdeng..."
The title of Yunshan Saint Emperor was not prominent in the five regions.
