Hearing this familiar phrase made the corners of Fang Yun's mouth twitch.
He seemed to remember the same words being spoken by an old man when he first arrived on the island.
Could it be that these cultivators were all trained to speak in the same manner?
However, now that it had come to blows, how could Fang Yun possibly reconcile with the other party?
This young cultivator in front of him clearly came from a powerful faction.
Once spared, Fang Yun would face relentless pursuit by that force.
Even without experiencing it firsthand, Fang Yun could easily understand this truth by just thinking about it.
Therefore, he looked at the young cultivator in front of him and shook his head, "Since you've addressed me as a fellow daoist, I'll take it as such for the time being!
We're not fools; having fought to this point, how could we possibly cease hostilities?"
