The island was vast, perhaps more than a thousand li around. Mountains, rivers, and lakes covered it, and the scenery was quite fine. However, its spiritual energy was extremely thin. At a glance, some traces of birds could be seen, but it was clearly an uninhabited island.
The Palace-Robed Girl lightly stamped her jade foot, and the Painted Boat beneath her feet flared with spiritual light, slowly descending.
"Junior Sister, you've finally arrived."
Lin Xuan and the woman had only just stepped down from the Painted Boat when a man in Confucian robes came forward to meet them. At a glance, he seemed utterly ordinary, but on closer inspection, his entire body was actually shrouded in a faint layer of purple qi.
His spiritual pressure was not leaking out, but if Lin Xuan had not guessed wrong, this was also a late-stage Spirit Division immortal cultivator.
"Senior Brother Yun, where is the Great Elder? Why isn't he with you?" the Palace-Robed Girl asked, somewhat puzzled.
"When we arrived, we received a Flying Sword Message. The disciples bringing those two Mortals here seem to have run into some trouble, so Senior Brother Lingxu went personally to receive them," the Confucian-Robed Cultivator said lightly, his voice sounding rather gentle.
"Oh!"
After hearing this, the Palace-Robed Woman nodded, yet not much worry appeared on her face. They had been fellow disciples for so many years; she knew very well what the Great Elder's divine abilities were like. Unless he encountered Mystic Ice Ancestor, who had vanished without a trace for who knew how many years, he was practically unstoppable wherever he went.
Since he had gone personally, what was there to worry about?
"Was Junior Sister's journey smooth? So this Little Fellow is the mortal martial artist you brought?" The Confucian-Robed Cultivator swept