Shi Zixing was very surprised to hear this.
"Ah, so you are the Penglai Sect Master. My apologies for failing to show you proper respect."
As he spoke, he straightened his robes and solemnly returned the salute.
Shen Lang waved a hand. It was only an empty title.
Then something suddenly occurred to him, and he changed the subject. "Fellow Daoist, have you seen this person on your travels?"
He extended a hand, gathering Spiritual Power in his palm and condensing it into a clear human silhouette.
Every detail of the silhouette's face and figure was visible. Clearly, considerable effort had gone into forming it.
Shi Zixing examined the silhouette carefully, then shook his head. "I haven't."
"Why? Is this an enemy of yours?"
Shen Lang fell silent for a moment before saying, "You may not know this, fellow Daoist, but I had an exceptionally gifted disciple who was murdered."
Shi Zixing paused slightly. "That... please accept my condolences."
Shen Lang continued, "After investigating the matter, I believe this person was responsible."
His tone was level, but Shi Zixing could hear the hatred suppressed beneath that calm.
So that was it...
Shi Zixing nodded without saying anything more.
Naturally, he had no time to meddle in other people's grudges.
He still had no idea where the land in the Northern Dark Sea that those seniors had mentioned was.
This was Penglai's own affair, and Shen Lang had no intention of discussing it further. He merely pointed west.
"Please forgive me, fellow Daoist, but I still need to pursue my vengeance, so I cannot take you to Penglai."
He casually drew a Jade Talisman from his sleeve. It was shaped like a feather and seemed to be the plume of some demonic bird.
"This is a token of our Penglai. You