Zhang Jian looked at the majestic Yin Spirit, his expression shaken.
He knew that after Fate Divination Foundation Establishment came stages of cultivation such as Golden Core and Yin Spirit.
Yet the Dragon Lord had actually condensed a Yin Spirit. That was truly terrifying.
Of course, he had no idea how profound the Dragon Lord's cultivation was.
But anything touched by the word "divine" was bound to possess unimaginable divine power.
"Junior Zhang Jian greets the Whitewater Dragon Lord!"
Zhang Jian gave a slight salute, then immediately moved aside and invited the Dragon Lord deeper into the courtyard residence.
The Whitewater Dragon Lord wore a scholar's robe. He looked like a middle-aged man, his figure illusory, yet an intense majesty surrounded him. His temples had turned white, but his eyes were exceedingly gentle.
He nodded with a beaming smile.
"Young sir, there is no need for such ceremony. As it happens, this old man wished to meet the young hero my daughter keeps speaking of!"
Bai Liying's steps stalled beside them, and a faint flush surfaced on her fair jade-like face. Meeting Zhang Jian's surprised gaze, she instead became less bashful and carried herself with poised grace.
Zhang Jian's thoughts shifted, but he said solemnly, "Your Highness flatters me!"
The three took their seats as host and guests. The Dragon Lord lightly lifted a jade cup from beside him, but did not drink from it immediately. Instead, he gently sniffed it, an expression of enjoyment appearing on his face.
"This is green tea from Longevity Mountain in Dongling Commandery. It has been a long time since I last drank it—one thousand years, in fact!"
Zhang Jian smiled. "If Senior Dragon Lord enjoys it, I still have some here. I shall send it to you later!"
At this, the Whitewater Dragon