That day, a group of visitors from afar arrived in Qingdi City.
Escort Huang gazed at the halls among the mountains and the palaces above the clouds. Their presence soared to the heavens, and they shone in a dazzling array of colors.
Deep within the clouds, he even saw an immeasurably vast Azure Dragon drawing in and breathing out the essence of the sun and moon.
It was a legendary divine beast, a creature found only in storybooks. Now that myth had become reality, it was nothing short of a miracle to him.
Xie Wuji trembled all over. What sort of Dao system was this? Merely setting foot here had made his innate aptitude increase substantially, and his affinity for Dao Rhythm had noticeably improved.
"Father, you should have brought your daughter here sooner!"
Jiang Yirou screamed with excitement. She seemed to feel that she had become even more of a genius.
The group found everything here novel and fascinating, and quite a few could not resist crying out excitedly.
This drew the locals' dislike and contempt. Several law-enforcement disciples in the city were even instructed to go up and scold the country bumpkins, then drive them away.
But the moment they saw the young man leading the group, they fell as silent as cicadas in winter, their faces turning pale.
"Deacon Jiang!"
The shouts on the disciples' lips turned into respectful greetings.
The sight of this man suppressing a peerless True Saint's mansion with a single sword strike several years ago was still vivid in their minds.
Which of Qingling Palace's powerful figures would still dare offend this forceful and gifted deacon?
Murong could not help feeling emotional as he watched several Late Spirit Wander experts treat Jiang Ping with such respect.
Xuanxin Island had produced an unprecedented True