A bright red banner proclaimed a warm welcome home and the like. Many people stood along both sides of Qingshi Road, while the junior members of Chunyang Palace who had ascended to the Immortal Realm applauded in excitement. It was clear that Shenhua Mountain had grown ever more prosperous over these past several thousand years.
With a faint smile, she handed out gifts to each of the younger generation. As an ancestor, she had to give red envelopes when meeting them for the first time.
After many years, she had returned to Chunyang Palace upon the immortal mountain.
The successive patriarchs of Chunyang Palace on Mount Hua were also present, several elderly Daoists in their twilight years. There were no cumbersome rituals or complicated rules—only a few simple words exchanged upon meeting.
Her master was very happy today. To develop a temple from a Small World into one renowned throughout the universe could not have been done without her determination back then.
Having a quasi-Saint disciple was currently the sole case in the Primordial Great Tribulation.
The patriarchs of past generations and the Immortal True Persons from the various peaks stayed for a while before taking their leave. Bai Yujun, her master, and the younger disciples returned to Clear Void Peak, where several tables laden with delicious dishes had been set out in the small square. Bai Yujun sat at one table with her master and Xu Ling. Even Fat Tiger got a chair of his own, propping himself up on his hind legs with his front paws on the table, eyes narrowed as his tongue curled around Spirit Wine. He drank to his heart's content.
Her master, Yu Rong, looked around.
"Where is your senior brother? Why has he not returned after going to the mountain gate?"
Xu Ling,