He came as quickly as he went.
"Thank you for saving me, Senior." Qin Xuan cupped his hands, his bearing neither humble nor arrogant.
Zhu Chong leaped down from the void, landing with a THUD that kicked up clouds of dust.
He smacked his lips and grinned. "No need to be so polite, Little Brother. Might I ask your name?"
Qin Xuan replied, "Liu Mobai, from the Holy Sect."
"Little Brother Liu, you're a straightforward man. How would you like to come to the Ninth Sub-Branch of my Liaoyuan Division for a visit?" Zhu Chong extended an olive branch.
Qin Xuan was confused. "I am a Cultivator from the Holy Sect. Everyone wants me dead. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble, Senior?"
"Little Brother Liu, allow me to correct you. It's the other four divisions of the Divine Race that hunt the Holy Blood Sect. We of the Human Race in the Liaoyuan Division, however, welcome you."
Meanwhile, Wei Qingyi had just escaped the confines of the Red Flame Marketplace.
