He Daoist chuckled and said, "Precisely." Then he called out sternly, "Jing Lan, why haven't you come to greet your Martial Uncle yet?"
The young cultivator was respectful and bowed to Daoist Qingyao, saying, "Nephew Huo Jinglan pays his respects to Martial Uncle."
Daoist Qingyao nodded with a smile and said, "No need for such formalities."
Han Guzi glanced over from a distance, noticing that He Daoist had not made any indication for Huo Jinglan to greet him. It was as if he gave no regard to his presence, causing Han Guzi's expression to grow darker, almost to the point of dripping with resentment.
Meanwhile, at a mountain peak several miles away, Hou Boxu stood with a few Hou disciples, his gaze fixed on the dense layers of cloud-shrouded mountain ranges. His brows furrowed involuntarily.
