Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.
A person, a man wearing a magnificent white robe, arrived before the Purple Guest Palace.
He looked a bit exhausted, his expression looked as if he was hesitant and reluctant to enter the palace, but he still flew forwards, entering the fifteenth floor. His feet touched the ground as he started to walk. Each step he took covered a long distance, and it wasn't long before he walked out of the corridor and arrived before the first hall.
There were a man and a woman in that hall, or precisely, a mother and a son. He looked at them and noticed that they were both soul bodies. He could understand that they were taking precautions against him, so he wasn't bothered.
"Took you long enough, Ancestor..." The son, who had his hands folded, jabbed at the white-robed man.
The mother eyed her son, gesturing him to be courteous while talking with the Ancestor while the son just shrugged in response.
