The Smell Was Off

"Please, the three of you, take your seats." Li Qingyun smiled lightly, as gentle and refined as the breeze. "How could this humble Daoist possibly hold such a trifling matter against you?"

Yet he thought to himself, If you, Yu Chen, hadn't come today to clear this up, I'd still have settled the score with you when we met in the future!

Dao Lord Yu Chen flushed with shame. He bowed once more before taking his seat.

Yet he let out a great sigh of relief inwardly. Fortunately, the Saint Venerable was a magnanimous man!

"Spirit God Dao, Lingxian Dao Lord, has come to offer congratulations to the Saint Venerable!"

"Xu God Dao, Xumie Dao Lord, has come to offer congratulations to the Saint Venerable!"

Tushan Wenshan's announcing voice rang out again. The moment everyone in the hall heard it, their expressions shifted slightly, and they all looked toward the palace doors.

Li Qingyun was somewhat surprised as well. He had not expected the Spirit God and Xu God lineages, both as renowned as the Mishin Dao, to come and offer congratulations while "letting bygones be bygones."

The six divine eyes of his brightened slightly as he looked closely.

He saw a middle-aged Dao Lord in black robes and a lean old Daoist with three wisps of long beard beneath his chin entering the hall together with smiling faces.

The moment they entered the great hall, Lingxian and Xumie saw the enormous Jade Body Divine Statue seated in the place of honor, wreathed in the clear radiance of Seven Fruits. Both were shaken inwardly and secretly exchanged a glance.

*This lad is indeed no ordinary figure! Beyond that clear Seven Fruits radiance lies a faint haze of lightning intent. This is a sign that his lightning arts have entered the