Countless people in the world shared the same surname. With the Ancestor's reputation at stake, Liu An did not dare probe carelessly.
Before a Nascent Soul Patriarch, he was merely an insignificant Golden Core cultivator.
Tap, tap.
They walked in silence through the pavilions and terraces. Following the maid in red, Liu An stopped before an imposing palace.
"Hall of Supreme Polarity."
Looking up, he saw three large characters, their strokes soaring like dragons and dancing like phoenixes.
"Elder Xuancheng, please enter. The Ancestor is inside. This disciple will accompany you no farther."
At the entrance, the maid in red stopped, extended a hand toward the doors, and spoke with a smile.
Liu An nodded. Forcing his expression to remain composed, he slowly walked inside.
"Interesting."
Watching his figure gradually disappear, the maid in red showed a flicker of thoughtfulness and curiosity.
She wondered what merit or ability Elder Xuancheng possessed to earn a private audience with the Ancestor.
Several new Golden Core elders had emerged in the Primordial Yang Sect over the years, yet none had received such an honor.
Although the maids were only in the Foundation Establishment realm, they served a Nascent Soul Patriarch. Their horizons were nothing ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators could match.
Tap, tap.
He crossed the threshold and entered the imposing palace.
At a glance, Liu An saw a black-clad man seated boldly at the head of the hall.
The man had black hair, black robes, and pupils as dark as ink. His build was powerful, his bearing masculine.
Even a casually released wisp of his aura gave the impression of something grander and more towering than mountains and seas.
Looking at this cultivator, Liu An seemed to glimpse a boundless ocean and a sky that stretched to the ends of the world.