"Hahaha, so it's Fellow Daoist Yun Zhongzi!
I'm grateful for your righteous intervention, Fellow Daoist. If not for you, these good-for-nothing disciples of mine would have likely fallen to those fiends from the Sacrificial Sect—creatures that are neither human nor ghost!"
A Red Robe Master, as burly as an iron tower, with a face full of curly whiskers and a voice like a great bell, strode forward. He grabbed Qi Yun's hand with a palm as large as a cattail fan and shook it forcefully, making Qi Yun's blue robe flutter.
This was none other than Master Hu Chan of the Vast Sacred Land, the elder of Yu Hengzi and the others who had been rescued.
"You're too kind, Fellow Daoist Hu Chan. It was a simple matter of lending a hand when I saw an injustice," Qi Yun said with a warm smile, subtly extracting his hand from the searingly hot and surprisingly strong "iron clamp."
His gaze swept nonchalantly across the interior of Hundred Clouds Cave.
