Within Qingli Dao Palace, Qingli Dao Ancestor Li Tian seemed to have known long ago that Ye Zhen would come. He had already thrown open the doors of the Refined Chamber and was waiting for Ye Zhen.
Because of Qingli Dao Ancestor's cultivation art, Qingli Dao Palace was arranged with particular elegance: lush green grass, seas of flowers everywhere, and waves of medicinal fragrance.
Yet Qingli Dao Ancestor Li Tian's Refined Chamber for quiet cultivation stood within a sea of bamboo. Bamboo shadows swayed, bamboo leaves murmured—an immortal realm could be no finer than this.
Divine Lord Qingyuan, who had only just lost his physical body, welcomed Ye Zhen into the Refined Chamber.
Inside the Refined Chamber were two low tables. Qingli Dao Ancestor invited Ye Zhen to take a seat, while Divine Lord Qingyuan, who had just lost his body, carefully served spirit tea before standing behind Qingli Dao Ancestor with bated breath.
Ye Zhen did not hurry to speak. Instead, Qingli Dao Ancestor first took a light sip of spirit tea, then sighed deeply. "Back then, your master often came to visit this Qingli Dao Palace of mine. He sat in the very seat you occupy, and drank these same varieties of spirit tea."
As though reminiscing, as though recounting the past, Divine Lord Qingyuan refilled Qingli Dao Ancestor's tea. Qingli Dao Ancestor took another light sip. "Back then, among the three ancestors of our Heaven Temple, only your master and I were kindred in temperament.
When he was preparing to establish the Creation Divine Court, he discussed it with me many times. Alas, fate makes fools of men..."
Qingli Dao Ancestor's face was filled with sighs and emotion. As he spoke, he drained the tea before him in one gulp, set down the cup, and stared steadily