Your Highness?
Facing Mo Linyuan's somewhat excited greeting, this stern-faced old Daoist showed little reaction.
He paced forward leaning on his crutch, his gloomy eyes staring at Mo Linyuan, a cold smile appeared on his lips as he said in a hoarse voice:
"Hasn't Elder Mo already defected to the New Heavenly Emperor? To still address me as 'Your Highness' who belongs to remnants of the Ancient Heavenly Court, I'm afraid that's somewhat inappropriate."
Mo Linyuan hastened to meet him, continuously bowing and paying his respects.
"Your Highness, it's good that you're safe, good that you're safe! Countless years without knowledge of your whereabouts, this old servant has truly been worried!"
"Oh?" The old Daoist spoke slowly, "Now I call myself Daoist Luya, Elder Mo should not call me 'Your Highness' anymore, just address me by my name."
