Hearing Wang Xingwei's words, Ji Shuwen nodded slightly.
In her many years as city lord, she had dealt extensively with the five people present and the lineages behind them.
She knew that although Wang Xingwei surpassed Cheng Yao in strength, he habitually deferred to her opinions when handling various affairs.
In other words, asking him for his views was entirely unnecessary.
Still, Wang Xingwei was a Core Formation Stage cultivator, and she had to show him some respect. Even knowing the answer, she still had to ask.
"You all make very good points. I-" Before Ji Shuwen could finish, a Sound Transmission Talisman whistled into the hall, interrupting her.
She frowned slightly and snatched the Sound Transmission Talisman out of the air.
Before the meeting began, she had instructed the guards at the foot of the mountain not to disturb her unless something important happened.
Yet now a Sound Transmission Talisman had suddenly flown in. What exactly had happened?
Ji Shuwen nodded apologetically to the others before extending her divine sense into the Sound Transmission Talisman to listen to its contents.
The next moment, the five people in the hall saw a look of delighted surprise suddenly appear on Ji Shuwen's face as she listened.
The five could not help becoming intensely curious about the talisman's contents, but they did not have to speculate for long. Once Ji Shuwen finished listening, she immediately resolved their doubts. "Uncle Li is back. He's at the foot of the mountain. Let's go welcome him together."
The six hurriedly flew down from the hall toward the Formation Gate.
From far away, they saw the graceful figure standing outside the mountain gate with his hands behind his back. He looked almost exactly as he had when he left more than forty years ago. Time had