"Brother, what fine skill!"

Zheng Zisheng stepped forward and cupped his hands courteously toward the distant figure. "I am Zheng Zisheng of Xuanguang Cave. My thanks to Brother for lending a hand. Once we leave the estate, you must come and be a guest at my Xuanguang Cave..."

It seemed there really was some measure of fortune at his back today. First he'd come by a decent scroll of technique, then he'd run into Chen Zhong's rescue. Marked out by demons — and still an unknown cultivator had stepped in. This young man's foundation looked quite deep; no telling where he came from. There were no few reclusive immortal sects within Xianzong, and even one that couldn't compare to Xuanguang Cave still held value worth befriending.

The smile on his face was thick, but the words halted abruptly halfway through. All because the ink-robed young man glanced back at him blandly, then, without a word, returned his gaze to the two demon kings.

What an arrogant temperament!

Zheng Zisheng's cupped palms stalled slightly, his face shifting through shade and light, until in the end he could only smile awkwardly. His life was still in another's hands at the moment; best not to let it show.

He lowered his hands and rebuked the other side furiously. "What are you still standing there like a fool for? Resisting the Thousand Demon Den — isn't the Thousand Demon Den right there before you? Get up there and lend this brother a hand!"

"..."

Chen Zhong clenched his palm into a fist and slowly closed his eyes. His pride as a Mixed Origin Grandmaster had long since been ground flat over these hundreds and thousands of years. When he opened his eyes again, the faint, barely perceptible flicker of anger in them had already returned to calm.

He walked toward the ink-robed young man and said respectfully, "Senior, I've come to help you."

"Hah."

The other few Grandmasters sighed. The affairs between Great Qian and Xuanguang Cave were something they had no wish to meddle in, and couldn't have meddled in anyway. Only, being…