True Person Qiyue's temporary office stood on the eastern side of this area, in a small, separate courtyard.
The courtyard was small but exquisite, planted with all manner of spirit plants. Some Spirit Wood trees towered dozens of feet high, while some spirit herbs were no larger than a palm, arranged in pleasing harmony.
This time, Boy Zhengwang neither barged in nor pounded violently on the door. Instead, he dutifully took out a messaging talisman and shot it into the courtyard.
Lin Changheng noticed the change in his behavior and understood. This True Person Qi's strength and status were indeed far from ordinary.
A moment later, the courtyard gate opened on its own, and a gentle voice drifted out. "Fellow Daoist Zhengwang, Fellow Daoist Ten Thousand Longevity, please come in."
The two stepped inside.
In the courtyard, a middle-aged cultivator stood beside the spirit plants, turned partly toward them. He wore a plain white Daoist robe, his long hair secured with a jade crown. His figure was slender, his bearing composed.
Hearing their footsteps, he turned around.
Lin Changheng saw his face clearly: sword-like brows, star-bright eyes, a straight, well-shaped nose, and handsome features. He looked barely thirty, yet his eyes were profoundly deep, their depths impossible to fathom.
His cultivation was unmistakable-late Core Formation!
And he was no ordinary late Core Formation cultivator.
His aura was steady as a mountain yet nimble as the wind, giving him an elusive air. Clearly, he had already traveled far along the path of late Core Formation.
"I am Qi Yue. I have long admired your reputation, Fellow Daoist Ten Thousand Longevity." True Person Qi smiled faintly and cupped his hands.
"You are too kind, Daoist Brother Qi. Rather, I have always taken the Daoist brothers of the Extreme South Palace as my