About a month later, Lin Bai finally emerged from the sanctuary. Elder Yue Chuanming seemed never to have left, still waiting for Lin Bai in the deep alley outside the sanctuary.
Seeing Lin Bai come out, Yue Chuanming smiled, stepped forward, clasped his hands, and said, "Congratulations, Imperial Son, on mastering the divine art. You've taken another step along the ten-thousand-step path of cultivation."
Lin Bai smiled and thanked him. "Thank you, Elder Yue Chuanming, for showing me the way."
Yue Chuanming waved his hand with a smile. "Imperial Son, you're too polite. With your talent and fortune, you'll become one of us sooner or later."
"If you don't mind, Imperial Son, you needn't call me Elder anymore. Just call me Uncle Yue."
A Great Mystic Art User had humbled himself to speak to Lin Bai this way. Even if Lin Bai had been unwilling, he was not one to fail to recognize a gesture of respect, so he smiled and agreed.
At the same time, Lin Bai sighed inwardly. No wonder Yue Chuanming could become friends with the Great Mystic Art Users of both the Spirit Realm and the Demon Realm. His skill at getting along with everyone and his warm, amiable nature had clearly played no small part.
The two chatted as they made their way into Nine Underworlds City.
"Are you about to leave Nine Underworlds City, Imperial Son?" After exiting the alley, Yue Chuanming suddenly changed the subject.
"Yes. The Palace Master has already agreed, so I'll be leaving today." Lin Bai answered honestly as well.
Old Wen wore a kindly smile. "Imperial Palace, you're being too modest. From the Barren Ancient Continent in the Upper Realm, Imperial Palace fought his way through to the Demon Realm, reached where he is today, and even secured a