A figure suddenly appeared on the top floor balcony where Nie Tian stood. With a shocked expression, he exclaimed, “That’s an eighth grade ice phoenix!”

It was a tall old man with silver hair, his face covered in the furrows of time.

“Grandpa Meng,” Jing Rou said softly.

With a warm smile, the old man nodded and introduced himself to Nie Tian, “Meng Li is my name. I’m an elder of the Divine Seal Sect. Welcome.”

Clearly, he knew who Nie Tian was, because only if he did would he speak to him with such politeness and respect.

Nie Tian hastily returned a bow.

The tall old man, who referred to himself as Meng Li, was dressed in a long robe decorated with numerous magical symbols, and had an impressive bearing.

Gazing into the depths of the clouds at the transformed ice phoenix that was wreathed in bits of sparkling ice, Meng Li said with a grim expression, “As a branch of Ancientspirits, Ancientbeasts rarely come to the Realm of Maelstrom, but the few times they showed up here, they plunged the Realm of Maelstrom into great turbulences. We have to raise...