The jade ship sailed through the purple clouds before finally stopping at a grand hall halfway up the city. Led by Li Nianjun, we filed off the ship and slowly made our way inside. ?
Along the way, dozens of guard disciples stood with swords strapped to their backs on either side of the palace, staring straight ahead as though they had never seen us pass by. It was clear that the disciples here were elite.
The grand hall was nothing like we had imagined. There were no rows of court officials or anything of the sort. In fact, the broad, empty hall was no different from outside in terms of quietness. It was decorated mostly in red and gold, without any unnecessary furnishings. There was not even half a chair to be found. Clearly, the Immortal Venerable Li Xiangru either practiced extreme minimalism or had deliberately made the grand hall resemble a plaza!
Standing on a platform half a body higher than the rest of the hall was a white-haired man in his fifties or sixties. He stood with his hands behind his back, already casting a distant, intimidating gaze toward us. Obviously, this was none other than Immortal Venerable Li Xiangru, the one who ruled the Ancient Immortal Realm!
It was not just me. Even Xu Wanxian, Taishu Qian, and the heads of the various sects could not help wanting to avert their eyes beneath that gaze. And Li Xiangru truly had an unforgettable appearance.
His bearing alone made him seem as unshakable as a rock. His mature, steady features made it easy to imagine how graceful and dashing he had been in his youth. Even now, the weathered lines of his face still possessed a captivating charm. No wonder Tiger Granny had called Li Xiangru a womanizer.