Another day passed. Brilliant morning light blanketed the entire city, and beneath the radiance of the four divine palaces, the whole city appeared especially sacred.
Within Four Sages City stood a courtyard filled with countless towers and halls.
Artificial mountains and waters lay within it, while layers of spiritual mist drifted through the grounds, making the entire complex seem especially mysterious.
At the entrance to the hall stood Prefect Lu, once the lord of an entire prefecture. Though guarding the door did not seem particularly dignified, the various prefects had scrambled for the position.
Many of Four Sages City's Nascent Soul cultivators were veteran Nascent Soul cultivators from immortal sects, formidable in strength and renowned far and wide. Making a favorable impression on them could sometimes even save one's life.
No one found it undignified, after all. Golden Core cultivators could not even enter.
Ye Jingcheng was currently together with Mystic Puppet True Monarch Jiang Daorong.
Ye Jingcheng landed in front. Though he did not wish to be in front, both of them had deliberately maintained their speed, clearly placing great importance on such unspoken details.
News of Ye Jingcheng becoming Divine Lord Zhengyuan's disciple had already spread. Even setting aside his Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivation and his ability to contend against Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators, the identity of a Divine Lord's disciple alone was enough to make him an honored guest anywhere in the Central Region.
"Senior Thousand Dust, Senior Mystic Puppet, Senior Jiang, please come in. Martial Uncle Lu and Martial Uncle Xing Yuan are already waiting inside." Prefect Lu spoke repeatedly, handing each of the three a cup of spiritual tea.
At the sight of the spiritual tea, Ye Jingcheng was naturally startled. However, Mystic Puppet True Monarch and Jiang Daorong clearly knew about it