From Menial Servant to Immortal Venerable

The moment he saw Zhou Xun, the young man bowed deeply to the ground in a grand salute.

"Greetings, True Lord!"

"Little Friend Wang, you have come. Does Monarch Qian Chuan have some matter that he sent you here personally to convey?"

Hearing Zhou Xun speak, Wang Lingfeng immediately sat upright and answered respectfully,

"I do not know what matter my revered teacher has. He merely told me to invite you to Seatown Grand Hall!"

"Since Brother Qian Chuan has invited me, I cannot refuse." Zhou Xun nodded. He then left the cave abode with Wang Lingfeng and headed for Seatown Grand Hall.

At this moment, Seatown Immortal City was filled everywhere with the air of sharpening weapons and feeding horses.

In the sky, streaks of spiritual light sped back and forth like shooting stars. They were Spirit Skiffs transporting all manner of powerful talismans and magic artifacts.

Every streak of light that flashed past seemed to toll an alarm bell warning that a great war was imminent.

Seatown Immortal City seemed tightly shrouded beneath a heavy haze of war, its oppressive atmosphere making hearts race uncontrollably.

Everyone had their nerves drawn taut and stood ready in strict formation, for they all knew that the decisive battle between the two races was already at hand. Before long, the two arrived at Seatown Grand Hall. After checking his token, Zhou Xun walked straight inside.

"Brother Zhou, you're here!"

When Monarch Qian Chuan saw Zhou Xun enter, he smiled, though the exhaustion in his eyes was difficult to conceal.

As the City Lord of Seatown Immortal City, he was responsible for all logistical dispatches.

Even a Nascent Soul Cultivator found it somewhat unbearable beneath such an immense workload.

"Brother Qian Chuan, these days must have kept you terribly busy," Zhou Xun said