"The Zhou family's grandfather and grandson have come to pay a visit!"
Zhou Yunshen's voice was calm, yet bolstered by Mana, it rolled outward like a rising tide.
Every corner of the vast Southern Heaven Dao Palace heard him clearly.
Powerful auras soared skyward one after another, five of them standing out above the rest.
Five streaks of Evasive Light shot into the sky, and their owners looked toward him together.
Standing behind Zhou Yunshen, Zhou Fuyou looked at the five: one woman and four men. Naturally, the sole woman caught his attention first.
She wore a long silk gown, its colors shifting like mist and sunset clouds.
An ornament pinned her hair at an angle, its dangling charms swaying.
Ink-dark hair set off snow-white skin, and her bearing was as proud and aloof as a snow lotus on Heavenly Mountain.
Most striking were her distinct features. None was extraordinary on its own, yet together they made her breathtakingly beautiful.
I've heard the Dao Palace now consists of one observatory and four halls. The master of Houtu Hall is a woman. That must be her—Fairy Qing Lan!
Like the others, Fu Qinglan had initially focused on Zhou Yunshen.
But her keen Divine Sense detected someone watching her, and she glanced from the corner of her eye at the young man.
At a single glance, an inexplicable sense of familiarity and closeness flashed through her heart.
The next moment, that strange feeling vanished.
She frowned without realizing it.
A hearty laugh rang out nearby.
"So it's Fellow Daoist Zhou! Forty years have passed. Have you been well?"
"Elder Hui—no, I should call you Palace Lord Hui now." Zhou Yunshen smiled, then sighed. "You know my condition better than anyone. How could I be well?"
Hui Yuanhong laughed. "You still look full