"Fellow Daoist Baosha."
Outside a vast mountain range and a towering cluster of palaces, a middle-aged Daoist with three elegant wisps of beard beneath his chin and a horsetail whisk in hand smiled in greeting to Baosha the Rogue, who was speeding over from afar in a streak of yellow sand escape light.
"Elder Yan!"
A smile appeared on Baosha the Rogue's face. He slowly withdrew his escape light and landed not far before the other man.
Chixiao Alliance, Yan Hua—one of the alliance's elders with real authority, at the peak of his combat strength, who had once defeated an old, veteran Great Cultivator with years of accumulation.
Even if they were in the Same Realm, he still had to show sufficient respect.
"Fellow Daoist Baosha, you are finally here. I, Yan Hua, have indeed been waiting quite a while." Yan Hua's smile was warm, but there was a faint undertone of something else in his words.
"I was delayed somewhat along the way. I hope Elder Yan will forgive me."
Baosha the Rogue looked apologetic and offered a few words of explanation.
"No matter. It is good that you have come, fellow Daoist." Yan Hua lightly waved a hand and welcomed Baosha the Rogue inside.
Above the vast mountain range stood a stretch of crimson and golden palaces amid the clouds, their clustered towers and flying eaves forming a grand array of their own.
Although it was not his first time here, Baosha the Rogue was still startled by the spectacle before him.
Yet amid his surprise, a thought faintly flashed through his mind.
"I wonder what kind of scene lies within Fengyun Holy Palace?"
As that thought stirred, he could not help feeling yearning and hope.
He imagined...
Compared with Chixiao Alliance, it surely could not be spoken