That bearing alone struck even Lin Xuan as extraordinary, and he could not help being curious. How had a cultivator with such heaven-reaching strength not been invited to attend the Flat Peach Grand Ceremony?
Of course, the thought only flickered through his mind. Lin Xuan then cupped his fists toward the two of them neither haughtily nor humbly. "The Immortal Emperor and his wife—what great renown. Lin offers his rites here."
"Your surname is Lin, fellow Daoist?"
The poised and dignified Dongyu Immortal Emperor could not help being startled as well. "I see you are traveling together with Fellow Daoist Long of the Cloud Hidden Sect. Could you be his junior brother? Is your given name Xuan?"
"Indeed, that is me. I did not expect even the Immortal Emperor to have heard of Lin's paltry bit of fame."
"Fellow Daoist Lin is far too modest. Your name fills the Three Realms; who would not be sincerely convinced? If you can only be counted as having a tiny bit of fame, then we husband and wife would not be figures from some poor hamlet in the backwoods? That would make us even more of a laughingstock." A pleasing voice entered his ears. The one speaking was the Palace-dressed Woman in phoenix crown and rosy ceremonial shawl.
Faced with this woman's teasing, Lin Xuan could only stare blankly and smile wryly.
"Heh, the Immortal Alliance Conference truly does hide dragons and crouching tigers. I never expected even Fellow Daoist Lin, a divine dragon whose head is seen but never its tail, to come join the excitement. Since you have arrived here, why not come up to my Imperial Chariot for a cup of humble wine? After all, to be able to meet here can also be counted as no shallow fate between