"My lord jests. The sect members are untalented, and we failed to notify you in advance of our passage. It was just a small misunderstanding, why make it so severe? If you have any request, please feel free to speak. If our temple can satisfy your demands, we will certainly agree, hoping only that you may spare these sect members today!"
The Southern Medicine Master's tone was extremely humble, and he, who had been sitting upright, stood up from mid-air as he spoke, continuously bowing to the River Lord.
A hint of disbelief flickered in Hou Yuxiao's eyes. During the final phase of the Tongling battle three years ago, he had seen the Southern Medicine Master, the Buddha. Present alongside him were Huangfu Xing, Wuxin the Taoist Master, and Jing Tianyu.
Back then, these great beings from the holy lands seemed like existences he had to look up to; he even felt that no one in this world could ever threaten them.
