An invitation?
Hearing Danchenzi's words, Fu Tianzun and the Elders in the hall all showed a hint of confusion in their eyes.
When had they sent an invitation to Lingxiao Pill Palace?
"Brother Danchen, please, have a seat."
Though Fu Tianzun was puzzled, he kept it off his face and gestured for Danchenzi to sit. Since the man had come, he couldn't very well tell him no invitation had been sent and embarrass him.
It seemed Lingxiao Pill Palace was truly desperate. They'd come begging for help with no regard for their pride. That young man named Qin Guan must be quite extraordinary!
Seeing Danchenzi keep his posture humble and remain courteous from the moment he entered the hall, the Elders of Ten Thousand Talisman Immortal Sect all sighed inwardly.
Once upon a time, Lingxiao Pill Palace had been so arrogant. Anyone seeking a pill had to present a lavish gift and watch their expressions. Now, a young man had driven their Old Ancestor to come in person and lower himself to ask for help. Truly, Wind Water Turns Around.
"Brother Tianzun, everyone!"
Just then, Danchenzi bowed to the whole group with a smile and said:
"This old man came today to congratulate Brother Tianzun on emerging from seclusion. I didn't bring a ready-made gift, mainly because the ordinary pills on the market would hardly catch Brother Tianzun's eye, nor could they express the sincerity of Lingxiao Pill Palace.
Danchenzi paused, a glint of confidence flashing in his eyes:
"Therefore, I humbly ask to borrow your esteemed grounds. I would like to refine a batch of pills here and now for Brother Tianzun, and for all the fellow cultivators of Ten Thousand Talisman Immortal Sect present. This batch will serve as my most sincere congratulatory gift!"
The hall fell silent