Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
Han Changming was meditating and regulating his breath in his residence when a Sound Transmission Talisman flew in.
He opened his eyes, seized the Sound Transmission Talisman, and crushed it. Han Debiao's voice rang out, "Changming, Fellow Daoist Fang has come to invite us to meet with Fellow Daoist Hong and the others."
Han Changming rose and walked outside, where Han Debiao stood at the door.
"Fellow Daoist Hong, the Jade Spring Sect's sect master, is hosting a banquet for us. More than twenty Nascent Soul Cultivators will be attending," Han Debiao explained.
Han Changming nodded and left with Han Debiao.
Fang Xing stood at the entrance with a broad smile, while the Four-Wing Thunder Centipede lay nearby.
"Fellow Daoist Han, the sect master has invited you over. Fellow Daoist Liu and the others have already gone ahead; they're just waiting for you," Fang Xing said politely as he stepped onto the Four-Wing Thunder Centipede's back.
Han Changming and Han Debiao agreed and followed him onto the Four-Wing Thunder Centipede's back.
A strange, grating cry rang out. The Four-Wing Thunder Centipede lightly beat its flesh wings, whipping up a gale as it flew into the sky.
Not long afterward, the Four-Wing Thunder Centipede arrived above an enormous lake spanning a hundred thousand mu. At the center of the lake stood a green nine-cornered stone pavilion, with upturned eaves and intricate brackets.
More than twenty Nascent Soul Cultivators sat within the pavilion, drinking tea and chatting.
Han Changming's gaze fell upon a tall, lean man in blue robes. The blue-robed man had a burly build, well-defined features, and bright, spirited eyes.
"I've long heard of Fellow Daoist Hong's great name. Today, I finally have the chance to meet you in person," Han