"Mr. Jiang?!"
Zhao Yixuan couldn't tell if it was reality or a fantasy before being burned to death.
Time was urgent and the opportunity rare, even if it were an illusion, it couldn't be delayed. He immediately jumped down from the shoulder of the Demon Beast and bowed, "Thank you, sir, for saving me! There's a great enemy today with no way to repay, truly regrettable!"
Jiang Yuan: ???
Grace of rebirth?
Oh, right, he must be referring to the Beast Taming technique and those obedient Demon Beasts. After all, I gave them to old Mr. Ouyang, who was to find someone skilled in this art to gift them to.
Thinking of this, he smiled and helped the other up, "Why do all of you like to kneel and bow at every turn? It's just a small favor; no need for that. You all are..."
Scanning the surroundings, he noticed an injured man and woman beside him—disciples of Qingfeng Hall and Black Tortoise Pavilion, long fighting on the battlefield against Demon Cultivators, protecting the Human Race.
