Seeming Real, Seeming Illusory

Seeing the gloomy atmosphere in the courtyard, Bai Qi said irritably, "You've gained an advantage and still complain. So many cultivators cannot even hope to reach the Immortal Emperor realm. Master, I think he's getting too carried away. Throw him into reincarnation and make him cultivate all over again."

The moment those words came out, everyone could not help laughing. Forget Dust Great Immortal quickly waved his hands. "No, no. My words were indeed somewhat excessive. I won't dare say such things again."

He dearly wanted to glare at Bai Qi, but with Jiang Changsheng present, he held himself back.

Jiang Changsheng smiled. "Today, there is no Dao Ancestor—only Changsheng Taoist Priest."

His words moved everyone greatly. It seemed the Dao Ancestor truly wished for them to reminisce about the past and cast aside their doubts.

As fine wine and delicacies were brought out, numerous tables were arranged both inside and outside the courtyard.

"Dao Ancestor, I'm here! I brought quite a few fine gifts today."

A laugh rang out. Everyone turned to look, only to see a man striding swiftly into the courtyard. Those who recognized him all revealed stunned expressions.

Zhang Ying!

Back then, he had been the helmsman of the Tianhai Qi Yuan Merchant Guild. In order to establish ties with Jiang Changsheng, he had served in Great Jing, visiting Jiang Changsheng every so often and bringing gifts along the way.

Even Bai Qi stared blankly. This fellow was still alive?

Mu Lingluo had studied the Dao of Fate and saw the reason behind it. Her brows rose as her heart filled with shock.

What kind of method was this?

Jiang Changsheng smiled and exchanged pleasantries with Zhang Ying.

After a while, an old man stepped into the courtyard. It was Eunuch Li, Li Taichun, who had