"I, disciple Fang Han, pay my respects to Master Chen. Thank you for coming to my rescue. I fear I would not have survived without your help."
Fang Han, carrying Chu Feng's corpse, walked forward with a steady gait, stopping before Chen Wanjun and bowing respectfully.
"No need for formalities. You are a Celestial Pride True Inheritance of our Qingxuan Sect. The Qingxuan Sect will naturally protect you."
Chen Wanjun turned, his gaze falling upon Fang Han.
His eyes first swept over Chu Feng's corpse in Fang Han's hand, a complex and unreadable emotion flashing through them, but they quickly returned to their placid and majestic state.
He nodded slightly, his tone softening a little.
"Even though Chu Feng cultivated a Demon Skill and fell to a wicked path, his increase in strength was genuine. It is quite impressive that you were able to defeat and kill him."
He didn't think Fang Han had been too ruthless in killing Chu Feng directly.
