"Brother Zheng Ran need not say more, my mind is made up, and all my disciples have already dispersed. Since I had promised that commitment to Xu Hong back then, today I must repay this cause and effect, as it is predestined," said the Taoist in the yellow clouds indifferently.
At that moment, Lin Xin arrived flying, and the roaring sound suddenly made tens of thousands of soldiers and monks look up towards him.
"Greetings, Immortal General."
Qing Qiu Zheng Ran hurriedly bowed in respect.
All the monks did the same, while the official soldiers lowered their weapons and bowed their heads in salute.
A few leading generals appeared curious but dared not look openly.
Lin Xin hovered not far from a small hill, gazing distantly at the Taoist.
"Are you the Sect Master of the Floral Shadow Sect?"
"Are you the Immortal General of the Qingyun Sect?"
