While they were in a daze, two disciples of the Danxia Holy Land dressed in white uniforms came before them.
"Fellow Daoists, welcome to the Danxia Holy Land!"
Although they were disciples of the Holy Land, the two of them did not have any sense of arrogance.
Perhaps they knew that the Convention of Ten Thousand Immortals was a mix of fish and dragons, and that there might be some old monsters that had not appeared for a long time. Such a thing was not rare in the cultivation world.
Wang Yuyan walked forward, smiled sweetly, and bowed.
"We are disciples of the Central Plain's Brahma Holy Land, and we are here to observe the ceremony. Fellow Daoists, please lead the way."
Brahma Holy Land?
The eyes of the two leading disciples lit up. These were important figures. Even in the Central Province, the Brahma Holy Land was a very powerful group!
"Fellow Daoists, this way please!"
