Eight Years Old, White Mist Realm?

Daoist Baishan smoothed his sleeve, his gaze somewhat lost in memory.

Now that he thought about it.

Through so many years of reincarnation, he had spent most of his time in a muddled daze. Even after awakening and recovering his consciousness, the vast majority of his energy had gone into comprehending martial dao. As for those old friends, he had only heard of them now and then, and the number of times he had met them face-to-face was even pitifully few.

He only wondered how many of those old friends had managed to live until the present day. He sighed inwardly.

And when they heard Daoist Baishan's words, all three of them were secretly shocked.

Old friends? Those whom Daoist Baishan could call old friends were naturally existences of the same level.

They secretly drew in a breath of cold air, and connecting it with what Daoist Baishan had said earlier—that he would no longer reincarnate from now on—they vaguely sensed that something major was about to happen. Perhaps even the pattern of the world would change because of it.

"I've already sent people with invitation cards to many sects on good terms with us. When the time comes, many Daoist Sects of Dao Province will send people over," Real Person Baiye hurriedly said.

Daoist Baishan slowly nodded, then suddenly asked, "Did you send an invitation card to the True Martial Sect?"

"As you instructed, we invited Real Person Dragon Mountain and his ninth disciple, Ning Qi."

Curiosity showed in the eyes of all three. Inviting Dragon Mountain Daoist was normal. After all, when Dragon Mountain Daoist had held his Celestial Being Ceremony back then, Real Person Baihe had personally attended to lend his support. But why was he so insistent on that ninth disciple of Dragon Mountain Daoist? Could