Su Yi frowned as he gazed toward the brightly lit hall halfway up the mountain.
Could it be that the hall contained something my past life had left behind?
Before long, Tang Lingqi led Tang Bao Er and Su Yi toward that hall.
"Most of those gathered in the hall this time are Immortal Lords from White Reed Continent. In terms of status or background, they may be somewhat inferior to us, but we are all fellow cultivators. We absolutely must not rely on our status and look down on others."
Along the way, Tang Lingqi reminded them, "Once we arrive, girl, watch and listen more, speak and act less."
Su Yi smiled. Though those words were meant for Tang Bao Er, were they not also a reminder to him?
"Grand Uncle, don't worry. I promise I won't cause trouble."
Tang Bao Er answered with a grin.
Before long, the group arrived halfway up the mountain.
The hall standing there was ancient and dilapidated, scarred everywhere by the passage of time.
Yet its interior was brilliantly lit, and many figures had already gathered there. They sat cross-legged on the ground, conversing with one another amid a lively atmosphere.
There were more than ten Immortal Lords alone.
Each Immortal Lord had brought along a younger junior.
When Tang Lingqi arrived with Tang Bao Er and Su Yi, many people immediately rose to greet them, exchanging pleasantries and formal courtesies with Tang Lingqi.
Then, amid the deference of the Immortal Lords, Tang Lingqi took the seat in the center of the hall.
Su Yi and Tang Bao Er sat to one side.
This alone showed just how extraordinary Tang Lingqi's status was as an Immortal Lord of a colossal power like the Tang Clan.
Su Yi did not feel there was anything