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"Saint Ziyun, you are too kind. I am just a little more famous. I am not worthy of the title of the number one person under the saint."

Ren Tiance responded in a calm and humble tone.

He knew in his heart that although he had outstanding performance among the younger generation, he did not understand the true strength of those geniuses in the hidden sects.

Therefore, he did not dare to accept this title lightly.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that you would be humble one day!"

Saint Ziyun stroked his beard and laughed heartily. He was a little surprised by Ren Tiance's answer, but mostly appreciative.

However, at this moment, Saint Ziyun's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes became sharp and solemn.

Immediately afterwards, he flashed and appeared in front of Zhang Chentian as fast as lightning.

With the appearance of Saint Ziyun, a powerful force of law surged out from him and spread like a tide.

In an instant, the space seemed to be frozen and time seemed to stop flowing.

Except for Ren Tiance, everyone else seemed to be frozen in place, their bodies maintaining their previous postures, unable to move at all.

At this moment, Zhang Chentian felt as if he was being watched by a pair of invisible eyes, and all his secrets were exposed.

However, in the next second, he fell into a deep sleep.

What is puzzling is that Xiaota shows no signs of making any move.

Suddenly, the trembling voice of Saint Ziyun sounded in Zhang Chentian's mind:

"Tower God? Is that you?"

"It's me! I didn't expect that a mere cultivator in the late Saint Realm like you could actually sense my presence."

The little tower responded with a hint of surprise. After all, in its eyes, unless it showed up on its own initiative, even a cultivator at the Saint King level would find it difficult to detect its existence.

"Tower God, I can sense you not because I have any extraordinary qualities, but because our family's ancestors once left behind a secret method."

Saint Ziyun said respectfully, "It is with this secret method that I was able to sense you and discover that he possesses a stellar divine body."

Faced with Xiaota's contemptuous tone, Saint Ziyun did not get angry, but explained patiently.

"The previous mistress? If it's her, then it wouldn't be surprising."

Hearing this, the little tower nodded and spoke thoughtfully. It seemed to understand something, but didn't say much.

"I! Saint Ziyun! On behalf of the entire Linglong Holy Body, I thank the Tower God for saving my life!"

As he spoke, the divine consciousness bowed respectfully to the small pagoda to express his gratitude to it.

"Ok?"

Hearing what Saint Ziyun said, Xiaota frowned slightly, seeming a little confused.

"Ever since our ancestor and the Space Sword God passed away, our Linglong Holy Land has been declining day by day, and now there is no Saint King to rule."

Saint Ziyun continued, his tone revealing helplessness and worry.

"Two thousand years ago, a Saint Emperor-level Nine Netherworld Dragon wanted to turn Linglong Holy Land into its own dojo. It was the Saint Emperor-level formation you set up that saved us."

Saint Ziyun respectfully explained to the small pagoda and expressed his gratitude to it.

Seeing that the little tower was a little confused, Saint Ziyun explained respectfully:

"Your formation allowed us to survive. This is a great favor you have done to our Linglong Holy Land."

Of course, the reason why he acted like this was not just because of this, but also because of the ancestral teachings left by his ancestors and the small tower's own strength.

"I see!"

Xiaota nodded to show his understanding.

"You came here to bring Xia Aoxue back to the Linglong Holy Body for cultivation, right?"

Xiaota looked at Saint Ziyun and said, directly pointing out the other party's purpose.

"Yes, there is such a plan!" Saint Ziyun replied respectfully.

"Don't take her away this time. I will let her go to Linglong Holy Land in a few years." Xiaota's tone was firm and unquestionable.

"But, the Holy Lord..." Saint Ziyun hesitated and wanted to explain, but was interrupted by the little tower.

"There's nothing to worry about! Just say it was me who said it when the time comes!" Xiaota's voice was so majestic that it was irresistible.

As he spoke, a powerful aura emanated from the small tower. This aura was not weaker than that of a Saint King Realm expert, and it suppressed Saint Ziyun to the point that he could hardly breathe.

"Yes, sir! Lord Tower God!" After feeling the power of the small tower, Saint Ziyun did not dare to have any objections and quickly agreed.

"Also, just tell your Holy Lord about the news between me and Chen Tian! No one else needs to know! Otherwise..."

Xiaota's expression turned serious, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

Saint Ziyun felt Xiaota's murderous intent, and his heart tightened. He quickly said:

"Don't worry, Lord Tower God! I know what to do!" He knew very well how powerful the small tower was and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

As Saint Ziyun's consciousness returned to his body, he slowly exhaled and then lightly snapped his fingers.

In an instant, everything around returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, Ren Tiance on the side was looking at Saint Ziyun thoughtfully, with a hint of doubt and curiosity in his eyes.

Then, he turned to look at Zhang Chentian who had just woken up from a deep sleep, secretly guessing the relationship between them.

Although Ren Tiance was not clear about what Saint Ziyun had done in the past few seconds, he keenly realized that all this must be closely related to Zhang Chentian.

"It seems that my brother still has a lot of secrets hidden in him!" Ren Tiance said secretly in his heart.

However, he did not continue to delve deeper, but shook his head gently and put these thoughts behind him.

After all, everyone has their own privacy and secrets, and he is no exception.

"Senior, what are you doing..." Zhang Chentian looked at the Purple Cloud Saint standing in front of him, rubbed his head and asked with some confusion.

He only remembered that a powerful mental force had entered his sea of ​​consciousness, and then he lost consciousness and had no idea what had happened.

Saint Ziyun laughed heartily:

"Don't worry, young man. I see that you have amazing bones. You will definitely become an unrivaled strong man in the future!"

His eyes revealed his admiration and expectation for Zhang Chentian.

Zhang Chentian couldn't help but be moved after hearing this. Although he doubted whether Saint Ziyun's words were credible, he still said respectfully:

"Then I will accept your kind words, Senior! I hope that in the future I can become an unrivaled expert as you have said."

After all, with his current strength, if he offends a Saint-level cultivator, will he still have a chance to survive?

"This owner of the Linglong Holy Body will be my Linglong Holy Body Saint from now on."

"You two from Lingxiao Palace, you can get out of here!"

Saint Ziyun looked at Bai Chenxin and his son as if they were ants. He was completely different from the one who had just faced the small tower.

A saint cannot be humiliated unless there is a huge disparity in strength!