Discussing Matters with the Immortal Venerables

Inside an elegant, secluded chamber of Dragon Soaring Hall.

Sandalwood incense curled through the air, while the fragrance of tea permeated the room.

Zhang Shuai sat casually before an antique tea table. With fluid, unhurried movements, he warmed the pot, added the leaves, brewed the tea, and poured it into cups. Every step was utterly natural, as though he had merged with the rhythm of heaven and earth, without a trace of worldly air about him.

Elder Huang Qianhan stood respectfully at the side with his hands lowered, giving a detailed report on the recent upheavals in the Immortal Realm and the cultivation progress of Dragon Soaring Island's disciples.

To Huang Qianhan's senses, Zhang Shuai, seated before him, seemed shrouded in an invisible mist of chaos—unfathomably deep and impossible to gauge. Though he gave off no oppressive aura whatsoever, merely sitting there quietly, he seemed to have become the center of heaven and earth itself. Even light and sound grew gentle and hushed as they approached him.

Occasionally, when Zhang Shuai raised his hand to lift the purple clay teapot and pour water into a cup, those seemingly ordinary movements appeared, in Huang Qianhan's eyes, to align with some profound rhythm of the Great Dao in its simplicity. They stirred faint resonance in the laws around them, leaving his mind swaying, nearly drawing him under!

Huang Qianhan did not know exactly how strong Island Master Zhang had become, but he knew one thing: Island Master Zhang was absolutely invincible in the Immortal Realm. Even if every Grand Luo Immortal Venerable in the entire Immortal Realm joined forces, they would surely be no match for Zhang Shuai!

Zhang Shuai took a sip of tea and turned his gaze to Huang Qianhan. "Elder Huang, in a moment, arrange for people to purchase