"Why must you be like this, Zhao Baiyang?" Pei Xuanjing said with a smile, shaking his head, "Time flies, and we are still Taoist friends. There's no need for this estrangement."
It's lonely at the top; as Pei Xuanjing's strength continued to rise, many of his former Taoist friends and competitors had been left behind. Even upon meeting again, there was a sense of distance and unfamiliarity.
Zhao Baiyang was once so spirited and vigorous. Although he had never managed to get the better of Pei Xuanjing after several encounters, he always remained indomitable, with his heart full of bravery.
But now, faced with Pei Xuanjing, who had become a true immortal, even the once valiant Zhao Baiyang had become more cautious and reserved.
Even though Pei Xuanjing addressed him as a Taoist friend, Zhao Baiyang didn't dare to overstep, merely relaxing a bit and replied with a smile, "To be able to call oneself a Taoist friend of a True Monarch is indeed an honor for me, the church master."