"Whoosh!"
A speck of azure light abruptly appeared on the distant horizon. Within a few breaths, it approached Ten Thousand Immortals Mountain, putting the patrolling cultivators on high alert.
"Senior Ancient City."
Only after recognizing the newcomer did the patrolling cultivators breathe a sigh of relief, their gazes turning reverent.
Liu Yu had performed brilliantly in the several missions he had undertaken over the past twenty-five years. He had also become acquainted with quite a few Golden Core cultivators in the Cloth-Clad Alliance, and his reputation had gradually spread throughout it.
Even Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators had long been familiar with his name, knowing him as one of the alliance's strongest Golden Core seniors.
"Fellow Daoist Ancient City."
"Senior Ancient City."
When he landed halfway up the mountain, both low-level cultivators and Golden Core True Persons greeted him.
"Fellow Daoists, Elder Qingshui has summoned me, so I must go on ahead."
"We can catch up another day."
Smiling, Liu Yu cupped his hands toward several Golden Core cultivators as he spoke. He also nodded with a smile to some of the low-level cultivators.
With that, he headed toward the Hall of All Immortals at the summit.
Since he intended to rely on the Cloth-Clad Alliance for his long-term development, his actions naturally had to align with it, and he needed to make certain changes to his conduct.
Compared with cultivating alone, he admittedly had less freedom.
But he no longer had to worry about suppression from sects and aristocratic clans, and he could enjoy the alliance's various advantages, such as its connections and knowledge. It was a matter of losing some things and gaining others.
Everything came down to weighing the benefits against the drawbacks.
Tap, tap.
Walking briskly, Liu Yu reached the solemn, imposing Hall of