Reasonable

Nine days later.

On a broad road leading to the Purple Extreme Imperial Dynasty, a young man in blue robes walked slowly along it.

Though each step the young man took seemed slow, in the blink of an eye he had already appeared a hundred miles away.

This young man was none other than Li Zhōujūn, who was hurrying to the Purple Extreme Imperial Dynasty to attend the Purple Extreme Emperor's once-in-a-hundred-thousand-years birthday celebration.

However, as Li Zhōujūn traveled, a small interlude appeared ahead.

Two groups were facing off.

Among one of them was someone Li Zhōujūn knew—the very Zhang Ruoyuan he had encountered a few days earlier.

Everyone on Zhang Ruoyuan's side was a woman dressed in neat white martial attire. There were more than a dozen of them, led by an old female Daoist who held a horsetail whisk and wore Daoist robes, yet still retained her former charm. Her cultivation was at the Third-Rank Dao Venerable realm.

Facing them was another group consisting entirely of burly, fierce-looking men. There were five of them in total.

The leader had a scar sprawled across his face like a centipede, while two patches of white fur grew on his forehead. His aura was so intimidating that a single glance from him could probably scare a three-year-old into wetting himself. His cultivation was also at the Third-Rank Dao Venerable realm.

The scar-faced burly man looked at Abbess Liuxi and said with a beaming smile, "Abbess Liuxi, you and I have been neighbors for more than a hundred thousand years. When will you come sit at my Tiger King Stronghold and have a cup of tea? We could deepen our friendship."

"White-Browed King, you'd best watch what you say," Abbess Liuxi said with a frown.

"It's fine if you don't want to