Ever since guessing that Bai Ziyue's true identity was unusual, possibly a true disciple of the Celestial Spirit Sect in the Purple Cyan Mountain Range, Ren Feixian became increasingly attentive to Bai Ziyue. Thus, the tone in his speech unconsciously became much more amiable and polite.
"I just left the sect and encountered an ambush. If not for decent life-saving methods, this time would have been perilous."
Bai Ziyue said with a solemn face and a hint of gratitude in his tone.
Beside him, Wang Wenxuan, who still felt somewhat hopeless, glanced sideways, his mouth twitching a few times, secretly commenting internally: *You are already a nine-star Divine Realm powerhouse, how can there be any danger?*
"Are you hurt?"
Ren Feixian was startled and quickly asked.
"Thanks for the sect leader's concern, Ziyue was unharmed.
