Inside the Longevity Palace of the Immortal Palace.
Yang Zhengshan had only just come back to himself from cultivation when he sensed the Divine Soul Spirit Seed being crushed.
His Spiritual Sense passed through the Great Void and descended upon Qu Changkong, and he quickly learned of the situation inside the teleportation hall.
Jian Changhe had actually come to his door?
Yang Zhengshan's brows furrowed slightly.
However, Jian Changhe coming to his door could not really be considered unexpected.
A Golden Core cultivator could traverse the Great Void, even more conveniently than his former ability to teleport.
As long as Jian Changhe paid even the slightest attention to Wuzhen Dao Palace, he would Very Easily discover the existence of the Grotto-Heaven Teleportation Array.
"Should I go out and meet Jian Changhe?"
Yang Zhengshan was Stroking His Beard, deep in thought.
After hesitating for only a moment, he decided to meet Jian Changhe.
With a flash of his figure, Yang Zhengshan slowly Walked Out from the Grotto-Heaven Teleportation Array.
Yang Zhengshan stood in the hall, his Green Pine Law Robe hanging down like drifting clouds, shallow patterns showing from the moon-white inner lining. His black hair was loosely bound with a Wooden Hairpin, a few stray locks falling before his forehead.
At his waist hung a somewhat worn Jade Gourd, its cord knot dangling loose. His face was lean and refined, the corners of his eyes touched with a smile, gentle as a spring breeze brushing over the golden brick floor, blending seamlessly with the solemnity of the palace hall.
"Mountain Master, you honor us with your presence. I failed to welcome you from afar; I hope you will forgive me!" Yang Zhengshan's clear voice Sounded within the hall.
Hearing This, Qu Changkong's tense emotions immediately relaxed. "Greetings, True Lord!"
"Greetings,