Of the two people following behind Guo Pingyang this time, one was a beautiful married woman in white, her hair bound up and wound with silk ribbons.
Her cultivation was not high, only around the Nascent Soul Second Layer. A faint smile lingered in her gaze toward the crowd, while every gesture she made displayed an elegant, noble grace.
The other was a handsome Black-robed Man whose cultivation had already reached the Nascent Soul Fifth Layer. He was one of the few Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivators among those present.
As the Black-robed Man's gaze swept across everyone in the cave abode, he noticed an unusual look among the crowd and could not help raising his eyes to look over.
The next moment, when the Black-robed Man clearly saw Song Qingming seated to one side, a trace of surprise likewise flashed through his eyes. He directly passed the people beside him and took the initiative to walk over.
"Senior Zhao, it has been many years. It has been far too long!"
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Song, I truly never expected to encounter you here.
"Back then, thanks to your assistance, I was able to fulfill one of my wishes. Zhao has never dared forget it.
"Yet I never imagined that after several decades apart, you had already become one of our kind. You truly caught Zhao off guard just now.
"Since you and I have such fate between us, we may be considered old acquaintances. Fellow Daoist Song, please do not stand on ceremony with me in the future. We may associate as equals."
"Then Song will not stand on ceremony with Fellow Daoist Zhao!"
"..."
This Black-robed Man was Zhao Mengyang, the Nascent Soul Grand Elder of the Five Thunder Sect, who had once given Song Qingming the magic treasure,