An old Daoist flew out of Zhang Family Ancient Town. He looked exceedingly old, on the verge of death, his face furrowed with wrinkles like a landscape of ravines. He wore an indigo-purple Daoist robe and a Yellow Moon Crown, and carried a white-haired horsetail whisk. Purple robes set off his white beard, while the yellow crown framed his silver hair, giving him the bearing of an immortal. He made no attempt to conceal his aura. This was another Fourth-Realm Great Cultivator!
At that moment, Daoist Zhongzheng's expression changed abruptly aboard the ritual boat. His heart jolted, and, seemingly unable to believe his eyes, he instinctively activated his Dharma Eye for a closer look.
There was no mistake. This was no impostor-it was Daoist Duchен.
Joy appeared on Daoist Zhongzheng's face. He hurriedly flew out of the ritual boat, stopped before the old Daoist, and raised his hands in salute before saying respectfully, "This junior pays his respects, venerable Daoist."
Both the people in the Ritual Chariot and the onlookers were astonished. Earlier, the rotating Alliance Leader had shown considerable disdain even toward Turtle Peak's Sect Leader, a Fifth-Realm True Person. When he encountered the Sect Leaders of the Lotus Egret Sect and the Sacred Well Sect, he had not even left his ritual boat, nor had he deigned to say a word. Why, now that he had reached Dragon-Tiger Mountain, was he treating an old Zhang Family Daoist guarding a town with such courtesy, even addressing him as a junior?
In truth, Daoist Zhongzheng's attitude was understandable. Back when he was still a young junior, shortly after entering the third realm, he had traveled to the Sand Sea to slay demons and devils, venturing deep into the Reef Range Sea. During one demon hunt, he had fallen into a