Yang Jing hurriedly offered a respectful bow.
"Thank you for your protection, True Monarch Dong, and you as well, Great Saint."
He hadn't forgotten the man who was built like an iron tower.
The large man split his mouth into a grin, revealing a smile that could make an infant cry.
"You're a polite one, for a pretty boy."
He put a little extra force into a pat on Yang Jing's shoulder. When he saw that it didn't knock Yang Jing to the ground, he said in surprise,
"You have some Qi Power. I'm surprised you didn't fall flat on your face. Guess you're not just some ordinary pretty boy."
Yang Jing possessed the Copper Head and Iron Arm Talent and cultivated the True Yang Body. His physical resilience was far superior to that of other Foundation Establishment Cultivators at his level. The man had only used enough Qi Power to embarrass him, so Yang Jing withstood it with ease.
"You flatter me, Great Saint."
