Smooth Negotiations

Wang Ping looked toward Kai Yun and Ao Bing, who stood in the middle of the white jade bridge, then casually cupped his hands to Prefect Rongyang. "As the host here, I really should go and welcome our distinguished guests."

After saying this, he led Yulian out of the Golden Pavilion. With his appearance, the clamor of the Qi practitioners discussing matters along the shore immediately fell silent. When he looked up at them, everyone instinctively lowered their heads.

Even Qi practitioners understood how to avoid misfortune and seek fortune. Facing the true ruler of the Southern Cultivation World, none of these Qi practitioners dared entertain any improper thoughts. Those unruly fellows had already been taken away before dawn today.

As Wang Ping stepped out through the Golden Pavilion's main gate, Yulian rose upon clouds, her body expanding to ten zhang in size. Her pair of golden Vertical Pupils surveyed the consciousness of everyone nearby. It was the instinct of a spirit snake.

When Wang Ping stepped out through the Golden Pavilion's main gate, Kai Yun and Ao Bing also approached him with smiles. In little more than ten breaths, the two sides stood facing one another.

"Both Fellow Daoists have come from afar. This poor Daoist failed to welcome you properly. Please forgive me!" Wang Ping said with neither warmth nor coldness, cupping his hands as a brilliant smile spread across his face.

Ao Bing wanted to say something, but Kai Yun spoke before him. "You and I are both of the Mystic Sect. Why bother with such formalities?"

Yulian landed then and draped herself over Wang Ping's shoulder. She seemed to want to retort, but Wang Ping reached out and stroked her head, stopping her.

Ao Bing again wanted to seize the chance to say something, but Wang