After sending his wisdom and effort off to research how to upgrade the Yama Hall, Lü Yang glanced back at the battlefield, still feeling a little unsatisfied.
'Unfortunately, I won't be able to get gains like this again anytime soon. After all, one of them escaped. He'll surely report back what happened, and the Monks probably won't be so reckless as to gather against me again.'
"Tianhe greets you, Perfected Person!"
Lü Yang had just put away the Myriad-Soul Banner when he saw Qin Tianhe scurry over. Without a word, just like before, he immediately bowed in reverence.
Seeing this, Lü Yang could only offer a helpless smile.
Unlike what happened at the Sea of Balance, he wasn't a real Perfected. If he just went along with it, things would get very troublesome if he were exposed later.
So, he said decisively, "Senior Brother, you've misunderstood."
"I am Lü Yang, a newly promoted Direct Disciple, not a Perfected."
"...Lü Yang?"
