West Sea, Changhe Island.
Changhe Island was the second-largest island in the West Sea. Long and narrow, it had a great river that rose in the mountains and ran for over a thousand li from north to south.
Changhe Island got its name from this.
As the saying went: a lone leaf of a boat drifted away with the wind, while a thousand-li river flowed into the sea.
This great island was also the seat of the Changhe lineage, one of the West Sea Sect's nine lineages!
At Zhouye Peak, the highest peak on Changhe Island, Wang Chen met Changhe True Person, the lineage master, once again.
"Disciple Wang Chen pays respects to True Person!"
Wang Chen respectfully performed a grand bow before Changhe True Person, who sat upon a cloud dais.
Today, the True Person wore a plain white robe, without a single ornament on his person. His long hair fell over his shoulders, and his expression was languid. Clouds and mist surged around him, while pines and cypresses stood lush and emerald-green. He looked every bit like an immortal.
"No need for such formalities."
Changhe True Person raised a hand lightly. A wisp of cloud qi was immediately drawn from around the cloud dais and condensed beside Wang Chen into a reclining chair. "Sit."
"Thank you, True Person, for the seat!"
Wang Chen rose and sat down in the cloud chair.
To be honest, when he had received this True Person's summons, he had been quite puzzled.
He did not understand why the lineage master had summoned him.
But Wang Chen was not nervous in the slightest. He trusted that he would soon have his answer.
"I summoned you here this time because there are two matters I wish to discuss with you."
Changhe True Person's voice was