When Lord of the Land awakened, Ling Qing instantly sensed it as well through his familiarity with the Spirit Restraint and Transformation Method.
Smiling, he said, "Lord of the Land, after all these years apart, an old friend requests an audience!"
The voice reached the Divine Spirit Domain, and delight appeared on Lord of the Land's face.
The Tiger Demon was somewhat startled. That voice sounded familiar.
"I remember now! It's that scholar who took my stomach and used it as a bag!" A flash of inspiration struck the Tiger Demon, and he immediately understood.
"Was he the Daoist who captured King Golden Dawn just now?"
"Precisely!" As Lord of the Land spoke, his true body gathered into human form and appeared before Ling Qing.
Seeing that Ling Qing's appearance was unchanged, and his clothes unchanged as well, countless emotions welled up in his heart.
A thousand words surged to his lips, but in the end, he merely rested a hand on his orach staff and cupped his hands. "Mr. Ling, your bearing remains as splendid as ever!"
"Lord of the Land..."
Looking at Lord of the Land, Ling Qing too found himself at a loss for words.
Now that everyone in Locust Tree Village had been slaughtered, Lord of the Land had not only lost his divine office but had also been hunted for a hundred years.
No matter how one put it, such experiences could not be called having been well since their last meeting.
The moment Lord of the Land saw Ling Qing's expression, he understood what was on his mind.
With a smile, he extended a hand in invitation. "Mr. Ling, this is not the place to talk. Please, come with me."
Ling Qing nodded and followed him to a secluded courtyard.
During this time, Lord