As the white-robed Nascent Soul cultivator bowed, the white-robed cultivators behind him bowed as well, their faces filled with respect.
Yet beneath each of their gazes lay astonishment. This was the first time they had seen one of their own kind ascend from the lower realm.
Zi Kun naturally had no objection to this.
"Many thanks!"
He cupped his fists slightly toward them, while Li Yan had already put away the Cloud-Piercing Blades. He floated off to one side without saying a word.
Still, he took everything in and was just as happy for Zi Kun.
Before they had reached the territory of the Purple Divine Dragon Elephant Clan, Zi Kun had not known whether bringing a Human Race cultivator into the clan would cause trouble for Li Yan.
Thus, he had asked Li Yan to wait some distance away while he came ahead to take a look. If anything happened to Li Yan, he could also return to the Po Jun Sect first.
Yet Li Yan had smiled and shaken his head in refusal. He had to make sure Zi Kun was safe. This was not the Black Devil Race; their hostility toward the Human Race might not be quite so severe.
He had no grudge against the Purple Divine Dragon Elephant Clan. As a Void Refinement Realm cultivator, once they learned of Zi Kun's purpose, they could not possibly attack him at once.
Inside a spacious hall, a woman sat in the seat of honor. She held a sound-transmission talisman in her hand, while beneath her stood a white-robed disciple with his hands respectfully at his sides.
The woman appeared to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Her snowy skin carried a watery blush, and her light-purple palace gown revealed her voluptuous figure in a soul-stirring manner.