"My master is well. He is simply lonely in the Southern Wastes and often speaks of you, Martial Uncle."
The masked Daoist with four swords on his back spoke coolly. Even before Yue Luan, his voice carried no trace of emotion.
The Jade Scenery Sect had no mountain headquarters. Its teachings passed from master to disciple, and the entire sect was like an invisible net: seemingly nowhere to be found at first glance, yet stretching on without end, its traces visible everywhere.
"It has been many years since we parted. Far too long."
Yue Luan let out a rare sigh. "Our lineage has had a hard road. Your master has held things together in the Southern Wastes all these years, and he has borne his share of hardship."
"Martial Uncle, you have lived hidden in the Central Land, but the Ancient Netherworld has now appeared. Many of our sect's secrets will likely be laid bare before the Mysterious Capital Palace as well. My master believes that, since the Central Land is about to stand at the eye of the storm, it will lose its former peace. He asks that you come to the Southern Wastes to meet him."
The masked Daoist spoke quietly.
"I cannot attain the rank of Earth Immortal. I can only cling to life beneath the Heavenly Tribulation. Even if I went to the Southern Wastes, I doubt I could accomplish much."
Yue Luan stroked his beard. His presence was so tightly contained that, with his light hidden away, no one could have guessed he was a Tribulation Dharma Grandmaster, a figure on par with True Immortals.
"The reopening of the Ancient Netherworld touches the very foundations of our sect. Your master has labored in the south all this time for this day. Since I am already