The Seventh Prince Pays a Visit

Shen Xiaozhu stayed at Wang Ping's dojo until the end of the Hour of the Rooster.

At that time, Liu Shuang presented a calling card. It was from the Seventh Prince of Linshui Prefecture, who wished to personally attend the Dharma assembly being held by Thousand Wood Temple.

The calling card had been delivered from Linshui Prefecture to Wang Ping at precisely the appointed time. According to the time written on it, the Seventh Prince was about to set out for Thousand Wood Temple.

It was already nearly dark at the end of the Hour of the Rooster. After tonight, the Dharma assembly would officially begin.

Under normal circumstances, this was a very discourteous hour.

Wang Ping did not give the calling card much thought. At once, he flew toward the port of Shang'an Prefecture.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived above the port of Shang'an Prefecture.

A moment later, a dense aura of water spiritual energy surged toward him from the southern sea. In a blink, it arrived ten zhang in front of Wang Ping.

"Greetings, Seventh Prince!"

Wang Ping was the first to offer his salute.

Ao Hong wore a gray-black dragon robe and a golden crown. He looked little different from an ordinary man. After Wang Ping saluted him, he lightly waved his two broad sleeve robes and returned the salute. "Fellow Daoist, there is no need to be so formal. Just call me Fellow Daoist."

Yulian reminded Wang Ping in the Spirit Sea, "All his karma is steeped in malice. He is comparable to Li Miaolin of Ningzhou Road."

Wang Ping committed this to memory. Smiling, he clasped his hands and said, "The Seventh Prince is my predecessor. How would I dare address you as 'Fellow Daoist'?"

"Little Nine said you were rigid and