Someone from the Jade Pot Realm?
That young cultivator who rode the great divine bird?
Hadn't he already left?
Why had he come back?
Could my sincerity have moved him? Had he come all this way specifically to find me?
The thought instinctively surfaced in Sheye's mind.
Surprised and delighted, he hastily called out:
"Quick, invite him in... no! I'll go meet him myself!"
With that, he hurriedly straightened his clothes and headwear and examined himself in a mirror, only to find himself unbearable to look at.
He felt ashamed of his appearance.
After hesitating briefly, he turned and leaped into the monster's body anyway.
The next moment, the monster slowly rose, its form turning insubstantial as it flew out of the palace.
In the blink of an eye, it arrived outside Hundred Ghosts Mountain's ruined world domain.
From afar, he saw a handsome figure standing with his hands behind his back, his bearing cold and noble.
At the sight of him, Sheye froze, bewilderment filling his heart.
Who is this?
The Hundred Ghosts Mountain disciple hurried after him, but Sheye caught him with a thought and pulled him over, asking quietly:
"What's going on? Did he really say he was from the Jade Pot Realm?"
The young disciple nodded repeatedly and said nervously:
"Yes, that is indeed what he said."
Sheye's thoughts shifted, inwardly puzzled.
Could he have notified someone from the Jade Pot Realm to come compensate me?
But isn't this rather too fast... or is there something else?
Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but they did not delay him as he guided the monster down lightly before the handsome cultivator.
Glancing at the other man's cultivation, he found it was only at the Spirit Transformation level. With that knowledge, he spoke amiably:
"Sheye of Hundred Ghosts