Standing in the main hall, Fei Hong was filled with emotion. A few years ago, he was able to enter the Lingxiu Mountain through an order to enter the realm. At that time, even the guard disciples would not even look at him, and barely a few years later, he became their uncle.
Seeing these guard disciples humbly offered him tea and water, Fei Hong couldn't help but feel sorry for them, but also for himself: If he hadn't given up that drop of life spring to Dong Dingshan, maybe his current situation would not be much better.
Outside the main hall, Zhong Qingyang was pacing slowly towards the hall. He had a strong body, a little dark skin, and he had cultivated at the early stage of the earth realm.
When he walked into the living room, Fei Hong greeted him with a smile: "Junior Brother Fei Hong, I'm here to meet the Sect Master."