Ye Qingfeng wore a robe of green. His features were refined and handsome, his figure tall and straight. Simply standing there in silence, he seemed like an incomparably noble Dao monarch.
Looking at Chen Xingyu before him, he said nothing more, merely nodded and said, "Master has been waiting for some time. Come with me."
Chen Xingyu's heart pounded violently as he cautiously followed Ye Qingfeng into the great hall.
The moment he stepped inside, Chen Xingyu looked up and felt an invisible pressure descend upon him.
Within the hall, a man dressed in snow-white robes stood quietly before a desk. Merely standing there, he exuded an intangible aura.
It was a power beyond description, naturally radiating from within. One glance was enough to seize one's mind and soul.
Chen Xingyu knew very well that if the man before him were to attack, he feared he would not even be able to muster the thought of resistance.
A person on the verge of becoming an immortal... even a true immortal might be no more than this, right?
Rumor had it that the ancestor had not ascended to immortality only because he sought a greater immortal Dao fruit. Now, it seemed that rumor was most likely true.
Tap—
Chen Nianzhi stood before the writing desk, casually writing something in silence.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, he set down the brush in his hand and looked toward Chen Xingyu.
After giving a slight nod, Chen Nianzhi spoke gently. "You broke through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage not long ago. How well has your cultivation been consolidated?"
As Chen Nianzhi's words fell, Chen Xingyu suddenly felt the pressure vanish. His entire essence, qi, and spirit seemed to have undergone some kind of cleansing, becoming even stronger.
A weight lifted