Ruined Walls

At a glance, Shen Luo saw that the towering figure was bare-chested, with a blue face and protruding fangs, two clumps of fiery hair atop his head, and fish fins growing from his back and elbows. It was none other than the Jadewater Yaksha he had seen at Dali Mountain years ago.

However, unlike before, Qing Chi's aura was now deep and powerful. He had clearly reached the Mahayana Late Stage. Yet the scars covering his body showed just how perilous the battle he had fought earlier must have been.

After Qing Chi paid his respects to Ao Hong, he studied Shen Luo suspiciously, scratched his head, and finally recalled him after a moment's hesitation. He exclaimed in surprise, "You are..."

"Qing Chi, do not be rude. Brother Shen is already a cultivator in the True Immortal Realm," Ao Hong said with a smile.

"At first glance, you do not seem to have changed much. But looking closely, your aura, bearing, and manner... they are all completely different. Impressive, impressive." Only then did Qing Chi notice, rubbing his chin and clicking his tongue in amazement.

With a turn of his wrist, Shen Luo held the silver Five-Pronged Sky-Supporting Fork horizontally and handed it back, smiling as he said:

"Fellow Daoist Qing Chi, it has been a long time."

"Now that you mention it, it really has been far too long. Thinking back to those days..." Qing Chi accepted his weapon with both hands, his gaze drifting upward as though he were about to reminisce.

Seeing this, Ao Hong knew that once Qing Chi started talking, he would likely be impossible to stop. He hurriedly interrupted:

"Qing Chi, let us not discuss anything else first. How is the Dragon Palace? My father, he..."

"Ninth Prince, you should go back and see