At the Qingyun Sect...
The sect was still Eastern Region's Sacred Land, high above the rest and a cultivation place to which everyone aspires.
There was a huge palace in the midst of the astral flow layer. It was surrounded by immortal light and supported by a great formation. The palace remained unaffected in the slightest despite the storm sweeping by and consistently changing weather.
An old man was seen standing in the palace.
At this moment, Lin Han flew over, bowing towards the old man as he said, "Greetings to you, my Supreme Elder."
"How's your cultivation going?" The old man was Qing Fengzi. Putting his hands behind his back, he looked through the sky toward the direction where the Jiuyang Sect was.
