"Chen."
Zhang Huaiqing gracefully approached.
"Elder Huaiqing."
Chen Sansi cupped his fists and said, "Thanks to your timely intervention, we were spared from disaster."
"Young friend, I fear you have it backwards."
Zhang Huaiqing smiled, "I should be the one thanking you. Without your timely repair of the formation, we would all have become blood pills, and the Qingxu Sect would be no more. Your profound kindness, please allow me this bow."
With that, he gave a deep bow.
"Elder Huaiqing, you're too kind."
Chen Sansi said, "Not only the Daoists of the Qingxu Sect were present, but also our Great Han's soldiers. I was merely saving myself. Besides, thanks to your formation, my divine sense has been enhanced by several hundred years. How could I dare ask for your gratitude?"
"Hehe~"
Zhang Huaiqing said, "My senior sister Yu Ling is your master's wife; we are family. Let us dispense with such formalities in the future."
"Elder Huaiqing."
