Upon the flood dragon's back, the Red-Robed Daoist gazed into the sky. The sea wind billowed his sleeves, making them snap and crackle.
Under the gazes of curiosity, wariness, and, more than anything, awe, his expression remained calm as his body slowly rose into the air. At last, he stepped aboard the magnificent flying vessel.
His gaze swept across the young cultivators before finally settling upon the white-haired, wrinkled old man.
"Old Sang, it has been a long time. Have you been well?"
Sang JiuGong's wrinkled face scrunched together. It was hard to tell whether he was forcing a bitter smile or something else, but there was always a hint of reluctance about him.
He cupped his hands toward Luo Chen. "Neither good nor bad, just a few twists and turns. Come, this way please. Let us speak inside."
Luo Chen's eyes passed over him, and he felt that Sang JiuGong's aura was somewhat different from before.
Still, since the other man had invited him, he naturally would not refuse.
Having arrived in a new place, if he wanted to cultivate peacefully, he had to cast a wide net and make connections.
It was not quite forming cliques and factions. In any case, the more connections one had, the more convenient many matters became.
Thus, at Sang JiuGong's invitation, Luo Chen followed him into the flying vessel's main hall.
After they departed, the young Foundation Establishment Cultivators from Divine Origin City aboard the vessel finally let out a breath and relaxed somewhat.
"That person was Azure Sun Devil Monarch, wasn't he?"
"He certainly was. Last year, I only caught a hurried glimpse of him and never connected the Daoist name Azure Sun Zi with Azure Sun Devil Monarch. Looking at him now, this Golden Core Immortal had his divine bearing