In a flash of escape light, two figures descended into the area. They were Luo Hong and True Monarch Cangwu, who had just arrived.
Sensing the new auras, quite a few of the seated Dao Ancestors opened their eyes and looked over. But upon recognizing the arrivals, they closed their eyes again.
This showed just how poor True Monarch Cangwu's reputation was.
However, the True Monarch did not care. He rose and walked to one side.
There sat someone who stood out even among the many Dao Ancestors.
Behind a table slightly right of center in the middle row, a white-haired old woman sat crookedly. Her body swayed back one moment and forward the next, like withered grass trembling in the wind.
It turned out that while the others were merely resting with their eyes closed, this one had truly drifted off and was sleeping soundly.
Beside her sat a White Clad Woman with skin like snow and delicate features. Like the old woman, she swayed as she sat, her head bobbing repeatedly.
"Haha, Old Woman Meng, you're still sleeping? Reincarnation Hall is practically at your doorstep!"
As though he had run into an old friend, True Monarch Cangwu sat down behind an empty table nearby without the slightest sense of restraint and called out loudly.
Ordinary sounds naturally could not rouse this elder and younger pair, who were clearly cultivating some special technique. Yet True Monarch Cangwu was intimately familiar with their methods, and his voice carried a peculiar power that immediately made their eyelids tremble.
The Next Moment, both of them opened their eyes at once.
Unlike the dazed White Clad Woman, the old woman known as Old Woman Meng immediately fixed her gaze on True Monarch Cangwu and said irritably:
"Cangwu, you old dog, is your hide