"Welcome, fellow Daoist."
In the cloud pavilion of Yellow Dragon Tower, a white-haired elder stood at the front to greet him respectfully.
The elder wore yellow robes. Faint furrows lined his face, making him look aged, but on closer inspection, one could see the vital essence radiating from within him, inside to out.
"This old man is Huang Shoudao, and I have the honor of presiding over this small gathering."
The elder smiled, like a gnarled old tree, carrying a bearing all his own.
"Greetings, fellow Daoist."
Chen Ping'an nodded slightly and cupped his hands in acknowledgment.
"An established Great Cultivator, hm."
With just one glance, he roughly judged the other party's cultivation realm. It was not precise, but it was clearly not far off; the difference should not have been much.
As expected of a top-tier small gathering in Wentian. The very first person he met was an established Great Cultivator.
It was their first meeting, and with the special setting of the small gathering added on, though the two exchanged pleasantries, they did not say much. After a face-to-face greeting, Chen Ping'an stepped inside.
Yellow Dragon Tower rose high into the heavens. Though it was not quite like Wentian Tower, its grandeur was still extraordinary. This cloud pavilion was located on the top floor of Yellow Dragon Tower, with specially made crystal walls on all sides. Looking out, it felt as though one had entered a palace among the clouds.
The furnishings inside the cloud pavilion were extraordinary. Ethereal white mist drifted and coiled around them, and every sensation was like standing at the edge of the sky.
"The environment is rather distinctive."
Chen Ping'an gave a silent nod of approval.
As expected of a top-tier small gathering. This atmosphere alone was far beyond the small gatherings he