"What's up, Green Hair?"
Qiao Zhaoxian impatiently stepped out from behind the boulder, looking at Chen Dengming's green-haired Heavenly Immortal incarnation.
"I'm speaking to you as my true self now, be more respectful when you talk, don't just call me 'Green Hair.'"
Chen Dengming's true self transferred his consciousness to Green Hair, frowning.
"Oh, the real you. You could have said so sooner!"
Qiao Zhaoxian's impatient expression vanished, replaced by a sincere smile, "How's it going? Old Chen, did you get the job done already?"
"There were a few complications."
Chen Dengming shook his head, "I suspect the Iron Armor Sect from 3000 miles away may send cultivators here, we should prepare in advance..."
"Iron Armor Sect?"
Qiao Zhaoxian asked, "Suspect?"
Chen Dengming immediately explained the incidents that happened and the potential threat of the Iron Armor Sect using his Divine Sense.
Qiao Zhaoxian was startled upon hearing this.