Golden morning light spilled down from high above, shining the crimson glazed jade tiles into a bright gold-red.
Streaks of cultivators' spiritual rainbows stopped before the spiritual palace, and they greeted one another as they walked inside.
At this moment, Ye Jingcheng was one of them. Quite a few people greeted Ye Jingcheng along the way, but they were all people he had only met once, whose names he knew but with whom he had no deep friendship.
So he politely returned a few words of greeting, then continued toward the palace.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, you've come out of seclusion?" At that moment, a voice rang out unexpectedly.
Ye Jingcheng focused his gaze and saw that it was True Lord Xuan Puppet.
Only, compared to more than ten years ago, True Lord Xuan Puppet's face seemed much more weathered, no longer like when Ye Jingcheng had first seen him, with his glances full of soaring spirit and his sleeves stirring the wind.
"Fellow Daoist Xuan Puppet, have you been well these past ten years?" Seeing that the other man looked as if he wanted to speak but stopped, Ye Jingcheng asked.
"For now, I suppose I'm still well. It's just that in the future, I won't be able to drink Fellow Daoist Jiang's Azure Dragon Brew anymore," True Lord Xuan Puppet said, his tone filled with pain.
Hearing this, Ye Jingcheng was stunned as well. In his mind, he could not help but see the figure who had gifted him spiritual wine back then, the one who had entered Southern Barbarian Province with him to seize the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Marrow Liquid.
For a long while, he did not reply.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang also gave me some Evergreen Whisker Carp, but if it isn't Fellow Daoist Jiang's wine, in the end,