At this moment, Ji Haoyuan had already come before Master Binghuo and then bowed to him.
"Thank you, True Man, for protecting me."
In the beautiful eyes of Master Binghuo, a rare trace of admiration appeared, and she shook her head, saying:
"This matter relies mostly on your own efforts, and there is no need for such courtesy between you and me."
After a pause, Master Binghuo continued:
"From now on, you should call me Senior Sister."
"Yes, Senior Sister!"
Ji Haoyuan's face showed a slight smile.
After traversing this world for over a hundred years, he finally stood among the ranks of the Golden Core today.
From now on, he was no longer the small role anyone could easily manipulate.
Cultivators below the Golden Core, upon seeing him, would have to address him as True Man.
"By the way..."
At this moment, it seemed Master Binghuo remembered something.
With a flip of her jade hand, a flying sword that was entirely silver-white appeared in her palm, emitting a sharp aura.
