Generally speaking, every Immortal Cultivation Family had core descendants whom they focused on nurturing. They rarely showed themselves in public, only appearing after reaching a certain cultivation realm.
Ximen Long guessed that Wang Yidao probably belonged to this type.
"One Blade, hurry up and pay your respects to Senior Ximen."
Wang Changsheng spoke up. He knew Wang Yidao's personality—he rarely took the initiative to speak.
"This junior pays his respects to Senior Ximen."
Wang Yidao spoke neither servilely nor arrogantly.
Wang Changsheng's gaze fell on the tall Yellow-Shirted Youth standing behind Ximen Long, and he said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Ximen, this must be your great-grandson!"
"This junior Ximen Lei pays his respects to Senior Wang. I've long heard of Senior Wang's great name. Today, I finally get to meet you."
The Yellow-Shirted Youth took a step forward and spoke with a smile.
Wang Changsheng was just about to say something when a loud dragon's roar came from the horizon.
Wang Changsheng and the others all looked toward the source of the sound. A streak of silver light appeared in the distant sky, moving at incredible speed.
Before long, the silver light came to a halt, revealing a Silver Flood Dragon over a hundred yards long. More than a hundred cultivators stood atop it, and each of their clothes bore the pattern of a White Cloud. At the head was a short, stout gold-robed elder. He had a round face, small eyes, fair skin, and a smiling countenance that made him look approachable.
"It's Fellow Daoist Zuo of the Cloud Firmament Sect."
Ximen Long recognized the gold-robed elder's origins.
The Cloud Firmament Sect was a newly risen sect. It had suffered heavy losses during the Racial War, but several decades ago, its sect master, Zuo Tianpeng, had advanced to