"Then I'll have to trouble you."
Following He Chi, the group flew toward Tianyun Peak. Halfway there, a great radiance flared ahead—it was the sect master of the Nine Dragon Sect, who had received the voice transmission and personally led the disciples of his sect out to greet them with bowed bodies.
After an exchange of pleasantries, the people from Spirit Herb Mountain were led to the Post House that had been prepared long in advance.
It was a stretch of buildings like jade towers and jeweled halls, with pavilions, terraces, streams, and waterfalls—everything one could ask for. Clearly, in order to curry favor with the great giants of the cultivation world, the Nine Dragon Sect had gone all out this time.
Lin Xuan released his divine sense and swept it over the place roughly, a satisfied look appearing on his face.
"Fellow Daoist, this old man appreciates your warm hospitality. We have come from afar and would like to rest a little," Perfected Master Tongyu said mildly, his face full of smiles.
"Yes, yes. This junior will not disturb you, then. If you need anything, seniors, please don't stand on ceremony. Just give the order." The sect master of the Nine Dragon Sect was an old man at the Core Condensation middle stage. His appearance was ordinary, but he was very good at reading expressions and deft at social maneuvering. Seeing that Perfected Master Tongyu was showing the intent to send them away, he hurriedly bowed and led the disciples of his sect in retreat.
Lin Xuan and the other three each chose a pavilion. After giving a few brief instructions, Perfected Master Tongyu returned to his own room. After all, it had not been long since he had condensed his Nascent Soul, and his realm had not yet