"By the way, where did Ying'er go?"
Song Huizu suddenly remembered something and asked.
"She held a gathering to make friends with the elite disciples of other forces."
Xia Zhiwei smiled as she explained.
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A manor occupying a hundred mu, filled with pavilions and towers, waterside terraces and covered corridors, strange stones and peculiar crags.
A stone pavilion built atop a huge lake. More than twenty Deity Transformation Cultivators sat inside, drinking tea, chatting, and exchanging their experiences in dealing with the Alien Race.
Wang Qingshan, Dong Xueli, and Luo Tianbao were all there. Wang Qingshan and Dong Xueli had joined forces to slay several Deity Transformation Stage Alien Race cultivators, achieving an impressive record and making quite a name for themselves.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, I heard that your honored father defeated four powerful Void Refinement Stage enemies on his own and slew them all. When he has time, your honored father should visit our Song Family. Our ancestor would certainly be delighted."
A graceful blue-robed maiden spoke enthusiastically. She had peach blossom eyes, willow-leaf brows, skin as fair as snow, and a golden hairpin swaying from her coiffure.
Song Ziying was one of Song Huizu's descendants, and her aura was somewhat weaker than Wang Qingshan's.
"I'll pass that on to my father. If he has the time, he'll certainly pay a visit."
Wang Qingshan agreed.
"To defeat four enemies alone and slay four Void Refinement Cultivators—that's truly impressive. Even Five Spirits True Lord couldn't do that."
A pudgy, big-eared Golden Shirt Youth spoke sarcastically, his face filled with mockery.
"Fellow Daoist Deng, what do you mean by that?"
Wang Qingshan's expression turned cold, and displeasure appeared on his face.
The Golden Shirt Youth was none other than Deng Tianqi of the Deng Family of Mystic Cloud Mountain.
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