Zheng Ming silently recited Yan Zidian's Sword Dao in his heart, and his mind turned to the skill of Yan Zidian, coming and going without a trace.
According to Yan Zidian's speed, his Sword Dao ranked first in the entire Dalun Mountain, and Zheng Ming felt there was no doubt about it.
"Thank you, Qingyue. I am new to Dalun Mountain and do not understand much. In the future, I may need you to take care of me more, Qingyue."
Zheng Ming's words were extremely gentle. Although his status was above Qingyue's, his experience at Dalun Mountain was far less compared to Qingyue's.
Moreover, since Qingyue had always shown great respect to him, Zheng Ming naturally wouldn't respond coldly to someone respectful and with whom there was no conflict.
"Haha, Master, you are too polite. If Uncle Master needs anything, just instruct me, Qingyue." Seeing Zheng Ming's humility, Qingyue's eyes showed a bit more joy, yet his demeanor became even more respectful.
