Time passed swiftly as the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators cultivated beneath alternating light and shadow. Nearly half a month passed, and still there was no sign of Yuan Su. The three days he had promised stretched longer and longer.0

Not until the twenty-third day did multicolored lights finally appear again, streaked with the blackness of the great void. From the sky descended an old man carrying a fishing rod on his shoulder. Beside him stood a middle-aged man with a stern demeanor and a thumb-sized glowing jade embedded in his chest.0

“Greetings to the two Daoist Masters!”0

Li Xuanfeng had met Xiao Chuting before. Back then, he was just a lowly Qi Cultivation Realm disciple, while Xiao Chuting had likely pretended to be Foundation Establishment Realm, collecting offerings atop the peak. His appearance hadn’t changed much, though now he seemed even more t...0