"Greetings, Left Envoy Xiang. I, Li, have long admired your great name."
Under the corridor, Daoist Ziyang handled the introductions. The atmosphere was cordial, and both sides were getting along splendidly.
Xiang Yuan smiled and returned the salute. Seeing that Li Jingwu possessed an extraordinary aura, he judged him to be a Nether Passage Realm grandmaster. Out of the corner of his eye, he appraised the two disciples beside him; both were Spirit Transformation cultivators.
While Xiang Yuan was studying the three of them, they were studying him as well. At first glance, they all secretly found it absurd. Xiang Wentian had refined features and a handsome face, utterly unlike the green-faced, fang-toothed monster of outside rumor. At the very least, he was far superior to the crooked melons and cracked dates among the rest of Yellow Springs Dao.
At the second glance, Li Jingwu's brow furrowed slightly. Xiang Wentian was at the Spirit Transformation Realm and seemed to have touched the threshold of the Nether Passage Realm. His cultivation was neither high nor low—entirely ordinary.
Once one's cultivation reached Nether Passage, one could be called a grandmaster. In any first-rate power under heaven, such a person would hold the lofty status of a senior figure.
A half-step grandmaster like Xiang Wentian could also count as an expert in his own right.
Yet this half-step had stumped untold geniuses beneath the heavens. Forget thirty or fifty years—there were plenty of Spirit Transformation cultivators who could not break through even until death.
A mere Spirit Transformation cultivator dared call himself the Son of Heaven and still served as a Left Envoy in Yellow Springs Dao, where Demonic Beings gathered like flies... If Yellow Springs Dao were truly besieged, you could not even protect yourself. What right did you have to protect