A Testament to Friendship

"Yang Lingrui of the Yang Family, together with the Yang Family cultivators and the people under our rule, greets all fellow Daoists."

When the two sides met, Yang Lingrui flew forward and cupped his hands in greeting toward the Barbarian cultivators before him.

Lorraine and the others had learned from the letter Yang Yuanhong left behind several years ago that the Holy Clan would be arriving.

During that time, they had also learned the language of outside cultivators and their various customs of etiquette from the generals stationed along the border.

Thus, in response to Yang Lingrui's greeting, they all joined their hands and bowed in return.

"Lorraine, Director of the Barbarian Affairs Council, greets Fellow Daoist Yang. The Holy Clan has journeyed far to relocate here; you must have endured much hardship."

As she spoke, Lorraine turned aside and gestured invitingly. "A feast of fine food and wine has already been prepared in the city, awaiting only our honored guests. Please, everyone, follow me."

"Your clan's warm hospitality brings great joy to the entire Yang Family. Then we shall respectfully accept."

As the two exchanged greetings and invitations, the cultivators of both sides silently assessed one another.

Yet they paid little attention to the other side's cultivators, instead focusing their gazes upon the ordinary people the other side had brought.

Liu Zihao and the others were all astonished by the proper, elegant attire of these Barbarian citizens. It was vastly different from the Barbarian people they had learned of through rumors and storybooks in the past.

According to what they had previously heard, Barbarians lived in a primitive state, eating raw flesh and drinking blood. Not only were they incapable of communication, but they also possessed no intelligence.

Yet now that they saw them with their own eyes, whether