Xuan Zhen did not keep them waiting for long. Four days later, he walked out of the palace.
He wore a blue Daoist robe and held a fly whisk in his hand. His face was ruddy, his beard and hair all white; judging by appearance alone, he absolutely had an immortal bearing and Daoist bones.
Only when he smiled, a few more hints of wild, unrestrained unruliness appeared.
"Hahaha, this poor Daoist, Xuan Zhen, greets all fellow Daoists!"
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Xuan Zhen!" Yunxiao, Lin Xiqiu, and Green Ox stepped forward to offer their congratulations.
"Joy for us all, joy for us all. Eh, where is True Lord Yang?" Xuan Zhen did not see Yang Zhengshan and could not help asking.
At this moment, the person he most wanted to see was Yang Zhengshan. He wanted to show off properly in front of Yang Zhengshan.
Haha, this poor Daoist is also a Golden Core cultivator now. Let's see how you act superior in front of me in the future!
This was probably what was going through his mind.
Back then, his cultivation had not been much different from Yang Zhengshan's. Later, Yang Zhengshan had left him far behind, so far that he could not even see any hope of catching up.
Now that he had finally formed his core, it could be considered that he had caught up with Yang Zhengshan's footsteps. In his heart, he naturally could not help once again having the thought of comparing himself with Yang Zhengshan.
"Fellow Daoist Yang is still in seclusion!" Yunxiao explained.
"Oh! Going into seclusion at a time like this, and he doesn't even know to come out and congratulate this poor Daoist!" Xuan Zhen said, somewhat dissatisfied.
Yunxiao burst into laughter. "When Fellow Daoist Yang comes out of seclusion, he