Shan Ruoling murmured, "Master, is... is this all real?"
Wan Chengyi forced a bitter smile and nodded, then he sighed lightly, "I never thought the legends would be true!"
For a master like Wan Chengyi, who had access to many secrets,
The various legends handed down from ancient times now sounded like myths.
Among those was the one about the Puppet Immortal Sect.
The legend said that back then, the Puppet Immortal Sect was much more powerful than it is now, and that there was an Alchemist with heaven-defying talent who had even refined an entire mountain.
But with the passage of over ten thousand years, the legends had become unverifiable, and the Puppet Immortal Sect had long since fallen to a second-rate Sect, no longer enjoying its former prosperity.
Yet who would have thought that at this ordinary banquet today, one would witness with their own eyes the rebirth of the Alchemy Holy Land.
The impact on the other Sects was easily imaginable.
