The Soul Clan's Fine Tradition

Thanks to his arrangements with Hun Miesheng, Old Man Yao encountered no resistance when leaving the Soul Clan. He quickly returned to Tiangang Hall and once again set foot on the soil of the Central Continent.

As expected, upon learning of Old Man Yao's arrival, Mo Yu immediately cast aside his affairs and traveled day and night to the hall, personally taking over the task of receiving Old Man Yao from the Black and White Heavenly Venerables.

"Greetings, Saint Master."

Though he had just returned after crossing more than half of the Central Continent, Mo Yu's appearance was impeccably groomed, without the slightest trace of travel-weariness.

"Mm."

Old Man Yao nodded lightly, not dwelling on the other man's form of address. His gaze swept around the hall as he said calmly, "Your Ninth Heavenly Venerable Hall seems rather different from when I was last here."

If the Heavenly Venerate Hall of old had been a sinister place akin to a demonic cult, then it could now be described as a holy land for alchemy.

Rare medicinal herbs filled the surroundings, while rows upon rows of ancient, heavy Medicine Cauldrons stood in place. If someone else had mistaken this place for Danta, it would not have been surprising in the slightest.

Even Old Man Yao could not help feeling puzzled by the sight.

What exactly was Mo Yu planning to do?

Seeing this, Mo Yu chuckled and cupped his hands. "Saint Master, your insight is truly sharp. This undertaking was actually ordered by Miss. We are carrying out something that benefits both Danta and the Soul Clan."

Old Man Yao was somewhat surprised. "This was Girl's order?"

"Precisely."

Mo Yu bowed and made a gesture of invitation. "Since Saint Master has graced us with your presence, please honor us with a