Beneath the starry sky, time seemed to pass a little faster. Wang Ping had just finished designing the barrier formation for the Ecological Zone with Yulian when a message from Lieyang arrived through the Communication Token, reminding him of the meeting an hour later.
This was a meeting of the True Lords, equivalent to the Dao Palace's First Seat conference—the highest-ranking gathering in this stretch of starry sky. Moreover, this one had been arranged specifically for Wang Ping.
As a newly advanced Fifth Realm cultivator, Wang Ping was somewhat expectant. He deliberately changed into a wide-sleeved robe, and when the time came, used the Communication Token to project a portion of his consciousness over.
As his vision shifted rapidly, he saw a hall ten zhang wide and long. There were no pillars within it, making the roof exceptionally high. Several massive beams connected to the entire roof through intricate mortise-and-tenon joints. The surrounding windows stood open, and beyond them he could vaguely see interwoven black-and-white light.
At the front of the hall stood golden divine statues of two Saints. Eight yellow meditation cushions were arranged on each side, with several incense burners placed beside them.
At this moment, eight people were already seated cross-legged upon the cushions, while the remaining eight cushions were empty. The eight present all turned their gazes toward Wang Ping the moment he appeared.
Wang Ping met their gazes openly. Before he could speak, Lieyang, seated in the second seat, rose to his feet and cupped his hands. "You should first pay respects to the two Saints."
As he spoke, he pointed toward the golden divine statues of the two Saints at the very front of the hall.
Wang Ping did not dare be negligent. As he stepped forward to perform the ritual salute, the others