Youzhen stood before the Immortal Peak, gazing at the towering palace as an inexplicable daze swept over him.
He could no longer remember when he had last seen Fellow Daoist Youxuan. Back then, the other man had still been True Person Youxuan and had called him senior brother.
Yet now that they were meeting again, the other man was already an exalted True Lord, while he himself had only cultivated his Second Divine Ability and reached mid-Golden Core.
"Heavenly Register cultivators never lack arts or spiritual treasures. Such lavish extravagance really does make one green with envy."
Youzhen sighed, feeling rather helpless.
At the very beginning, Youxuan had been no more than a Foundation Establishment junior. He had even considered studying the Heavenly Register Dao Mansion, but now...
Youzhen sighed again. He dared not disobey a True Lord's summons. Straightening his robes, he set off up the peak.
The palace doors opened silently of their own accord.
Upon entering the grand hall, he saw a black-robed figure seated at its head, looking down at him. The instant that gaze fell upon him, Youzhen felt his mind tremble slightly, as though he had been seen through, inside and out.
He dismissed it as his imagination and, enduring the discomfort, bowed deeply with the utmost respect. "Greetings, True Lord Youxuan."
"Martial Nephew Youzhen, we have known each other for so long. Why bother with such empty formalities? Please, rise."
A hearty voice came from above, without a trace of arrogance, allowing Youzhen to relax a little. Still, he dared not act presumptuously. The True Lord might remember their old friendship, but he could not neglect his manners.
He stood stiffly below and asked, "May I ask whether you summoned this disciple to entrust him with a task, True Lord?"
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