Qianshou Tower.
Beiming True Venerable sized up Lu Qingshan from head to toe, "Do you know that among the twenty-one cultivators who fell into the spatial rift at the Netherworld's Qing State main temple, you are the first to return, and possibly... the only one."
Lu Qingshan nodded, "I was indeed lucky. After falling into the spatial rift, I encountered a sufficiently stable space crack and was able to escape."
"That is indeed very lucky." Beiming True Venerable did not doubt his word.
He did not think that apart from luck, a Golden Core Cultivator would have the means to escape from the spatial rift on his own.
"You are a cultivator highly regarded by Dantai Qingrun. Had you truly perished, I would indeed have had a hard time explaining to Dantai Qingrun." Beiming True Venerable said with a cheerful smile, "It's good that you're back."
