"Senior Brother Wang."
A streak of clear light flashed as the newcomer arrived, riding the wind with a body like a shadow.
"Ah, it's you, Junior Brother Ye. What brings you here?"
Having recognized the newcomer,
Wang Chunfeng was somewhat surprised.
They were all disciples of the same sect. Calling someone Senior Brother or Dao Brother, Junior Brother or Dao Friend, was never wrong.
The newcomer was none other than Ye Lin.
Though he was nominal, a Nominal Disciple was still a disciple, and thus naturally a junior brother.
As a well-known figure within the Sword Lineage, Wang Chunfeng was on good terms with quite a few of his fellow disciples.
Ye Lin also knew the temperament of this Senior Brother Wang.
"Senior Brother Wang, I still have to thank you for saving my life last time. This time, your junior brother has come to repay you properly."
Wang Chunfeng had been about to decline. In his eyes, they were fellow disciples of the same sect, and he remembered Ye Lin well enough, with a fairly good impression of him.
"Ah, Senior Brother Wang, please do not refuse. I reserved an Eight Delicacies Feast at the Immortal Drinking Tower!"
It was hardly strange for the sect to have Immortal Markets and Immortal Cities. There were many disciples here, and many mountain peaks as well. Some places were layered with mountains and winding paths, along with countless spatial formations.
Formations hid within formations; halls stood within towers; and within those halls lay Grotto-Heaven vistas everywhere.
The Immortal Drinking Tower was one such Immortal Pavilion for hosting banquets.
Many disciples came here for a casual drink when they had nothing to do.
Of course, what was most difficult to come by here was the Eight Delicacies Feast.
Mountain and sea delicacies had