At the mysterious Palace.
At the peak of the main peak.
In a Grand Hall, a white-robed old Daoist sat cross-legged on a Lotus platform.
In front of him, there were many figures with extraordinary auras. Most of them were heaven Immortals, and some were earth Immortals, but they all looked young.
"This trip might take half a month. I'll first visit the fellow Daoists I haven't seen in many years and then walk around. Maybe I can find some opportunities."
The old Daoist stroked his long beard and said calmly.
"When I'm not here, don't slack off and cultivate well! Especially you, you've been feeling restless and angry all this time. This shouldn't have happened!"
As he spoke, he looked at the person on his left and said sternly.
