Lu Heng rose to his feet, clasping his hands behind his back.
The next moment, two figures descended into the courtyard.
Leading them was Yun Shan, dressed in a simple white robe yet radiating an astonishing presence.
The moment Yun Shan landed, his gaze locked onto Lu Heng.
He carefully scrutinized the young man before him.
So young!
And his aura was as deep and steady as an abyss. Facing the pressure of a peak nine-star Dou Emperor like himself, his expression had not changed in the slightest. He was completely unaffected.
Yun Shan nodded to himself. This bearing alone was far beyond that of any ordinary youth.
"Master, this is Lu Heng," Yun Yun introduced from the side.
"Lu Heng, this is my master, Yun Shan."
Lu Heng gave a slight nod in greeting. He did not show excessive deference merely because the other man was the old sect master of the Misty Cloud Sect.
"Little Friend Lu Heng, please sit."
Yun Shan was quite courteous and took the initiative to gesture toward the seats.
He needed something from Lu Heng now, so naturally, he had to lower his stance somewhat.
The three sat down again.
Yun Shan rubbed his hands together and spoke with barely concealed impatience.
"Little Friend Lu Heng, Yun'er has already told this old man everything. Might this old man take a look at that Imperial Creation Pill?"
Lu Heng understood at once. It seemed that this old man Yun Shan either had not yet had the chance to make deeper contact with the Soul Hall, or had only just established a connection and was still wavering.
Lu Heng's appearance had happened to cut them off at the pass. On top of that, the Heavenly Flame seed within the pill saved them a great deal