Cao Xianzhi was a member of Traces of Immortals. If Heavenly Venerable Lingbao were to "bully" his way over without even a greeting, Traces of Immortals would inevitably become disaffected and fall apart. He asked himself, if the roles were reversed and he found out that the organization he had joined was keeping secrets from him and secretly dealing with his family, sect, or loved ones, resentment would definitely take root in his heart, leading to a desire for revenge. With tit for tat, people's hearts would eventually scatter.
Therefore, after discussing it among themselves, the three of them sent a message to Cao Xianzhi, arranging to meet and discuss the matter.
However, Ji Hao, who had read the original work, knew Cao Xianzhi's choice.
Treasures belonged to those with virtue. Looking at the two Dharma Body-level human immortals on their side, it was clear who the virtuous ones were.
Half an hour later.
South of the city, Fengxiao Pavilion.
True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao Cao Xianzhi wore wide robes with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly. Not a trace of impatience or doubt was visible on his refined face.
Hoo~
Amidst the clouds and mist, glaciers were absent, yet wisps of rippling light were reflected inward, blurring time and slowing down heaven and earth.
Cao Xianzhi's thoughts seemed to stall. Only when this gentle breeze swept past did he slowly snap out of it. The surrounding clouds and mist began to flow, and a chill surged, as if he had just returned to heaven and earth.
At this moment, two figures had already appeared silently in front of him.
The leader wore a cyan Heavenly Venerable robe with long hair draped over his shoulders, wearing the ancient Heavenly Venerable Lingbao Mask from classic texts. He wore a jade belt