The East Sea, Biyou Palace.
This truly was a dojo presided over by Saint Shangqing, one of the rare holy lands for cultivation in the Primordial Wilderness.
Colors swirled. Fragrant, many-hued clouds of virtuous light drifted amid a violet glow.
Incense smoke curled through the air, all of it suffused with innate Hunyuan energies that breathed out boundless Shangqing Immortal Light.
Immortal cranes called softly, while auspicious birds and beasts roamed the sea.
The dust of the mortal world could not reach this place. Fairy maidens and Daoist attendants came and went, while ordinary mortals were forbidden even a furtive glance. Such an immortal realm of cultivation was enough to make anyone yearn for it.
Inside Biyou Palace,
two figures sat together, somewhere between master and friends, though the air was rather awkward.
The figure in blue-green robes kept pouring himself tea and drinking it.
When his disciple turned the teacup upside down, an embarrassed smile appeared on his face.
He gave a dry laugh. "Ahem... I must have remembered wrong. You brought this tea. I thought it tasted quite good when I drank it a few days ago, so I wanted to invite you over to enjoy some."
"You've always had a good eye, disciple. When it comes to choosing tea leaves, you really..."
Suddenly,
Sect Master Tongtian froze. His eyes widened. "Wh-what did you say?"
"Master, I said I'm willing to give up the position of Human Lord."
Qingyuan repeated himself with a gentle smile. "I won't fight over this anymore. I don't want to put you in a difficult position, so I'll give up the position of Human Lord."
"Even if you hadn't come to see me today, I would have come to explain this to you."
"I don't want my affairs to embarrass you or make