Late Arrival, Throwing Out Someone's Old Back (Part 2)

Zhongjia had arrived.

This instructor from White Deer Grotto rode the wind through the void, wearing a high crown and long robes as he slowly approached from the west.

White Deer Grotto's mountain gate lay south of the Central Land, atop Five Elders Peak in Jiangzhou. It was not especially far from Ci Prefecture, but within the Central Land, all forms of aerial travel had their limits.

For instance, the same Sword Cultivator would not fly at the same speed over the Eastern Sea as he did over the Central Land.

This was not because his cultivation was stronger over the Eastern Sea and weaker in the Central Land, nor because the spiritual essence of heaven and earth was somehow sparse in the Central Land.

It was because the Central Land had "restrictions" imposed by Mysterious Capital Palace. Cultivators could act as they pleased, but acting as they pleased could not overstep the bounds.

These rules were controlled by Mysterious Capital Palace.

Moreover, Zhongjia had not been traveling in much of a hurry.

His relationship with White Deer Grotto had always been somewhat awkward.

As everyone knew, Master Zhong's face was black as charcoal, his beard and hair curled, and Eastern Sea foreign blood ran through his veins.

Because of that bloodline, every time White Deer Grotto elected a mountain elder, he was the strongest contender, yet he lost every time, always playing the role of the runner-up.

Anyone who endured such treatment would inevitably feel some resentment.

Yet White Deer Grotto was no ordinary place. It prized propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame above all else. If Zhongjia had borne resentment over this, or simply given up on himself because of it, he could never have become a popular candidate in every election.

Zhongjia had arrived late because other matters