"You rushed all the way back from the Heavenly Court without taking a moment to rest. Are you all right?"
"Senior Brother has worked far harder than I have, handling the sect's affairs day in and day out. Besides, it was only a short journey. It was nothing."
Atop Tianshu Peak in Penglai Heaven, Jiang Sheng stood shoulder to shoulder with Lingwei, gazing at the scenery of the Penglai Three Isles.
As the main peak of the Penglai Three Isles, Tianshu Peak soared highest of all. Its covered walkways wound and turned, its cloud terraces rose and fell, and pavilions and towers dotted every corner. Groves of pines and seas of bamboo spread across its slopes. The main hall at the summit stood above the sea of clouds, with a suspended corridor stretching outward, where one could overlook Penglai's sea of clouds and the starry firmament in every direction.
At that moment, Jiang Sheng and Lingwei were on this suspended corridor above the sea of clouds. Though many Penglai disciples hurried to and fro beneath the clouds, and flying ships and cloud boats came and went through the sky, none noticed the two figures on the corridor.
That was because both of them had concealed their auras.
One was the current True Person who led Penglai, and the other was the youngest True Lord of the Five Calamities. Once the two cast an illusion-obscuring art, let alone Penglai's elders who had yet to cross the divide between immortals and mortals—even Ling Yu or Ling Qiu might not notice anything amiss without examining the area carefully.
Lingwei's talent and cultivation were beyond question. Otherwise, he could never have become the senior-most disciple of the Ling generation. Yet precisely because he held that position, many things constrained him.
Lingwei had to shoulder