The tall, handsome young man bound to the stone pillar had brilliant light flashing in his eyes. Although his entire body was shackled by some unknown iron-chain treasure, he showed not the slightest sign of dejection. Looking at the five Yellow Springs Palace cultivators standing below, his voice had already returned to its clear and bright tone.
"Younger Yun Ya pays his respects to Senior Shi You. Five hundred years ago, I was one of the people who followed several Seniors here and met you. Senior truly has an excellent memory. I was merely standing in the distance back then, yet you still remembered me. I honestly never expected that.
"In the lower realms, cultivation resources naturally cannot compare with those of the True Ghost Realm. I am already extremely satisfied to have reached the peak Ghost Lord stage in a mere five hundred years. I came here this time under orders to awaken Senior. May I ask whether Senior has reached a decision regarding the matter our Yellow Springs Palace mentioned previously?"
Although the old man surnamed Yun's voice remained low, his words were extraordinarily respectful. He showed not the slightest discourtesy toward the tall figure bound before him. As he spoke, he bowed and clasped his fists, observing the rites of a disciple.
The other four Great Cultivators wore strange expressions. They did not bow and salute as submissively as the old man surnamed Yun, but all gazed at the tall figure before them with deep awe. None of them spoke.
"Hmph. So many years have passed. If this Saint Venerable had wanted to agree to your request, he would have done so long ago. Why persist for tens of thousands upon tens of thousands of years? Still, this Saint Venerable greatly admires your Yin Nether Sect. You