But today, this Golden Turtle Island, silent for many years, suddenly showed signs of activity.
In the finest and most glorious palace amongst a large group of exquisite palaces on the island, a hearty laugh suddenly echoed out.
"Ha ha, the one destined for me has finally emerged. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't belong to the ancient past but has chosen to manifest in this lifetime."
Upon sensing the existence of Jiang Chen, a slightly desolate figure sitting on a soft cushion at the center of the grand hall quietly raised his head.
A flicker of uncharacteristic emotion shone out from his usually emotionless eyes, revealing a hint of a hard-to-conceal smile.
This person was none other than Daoist Shangqing. Compared to his appearance at the outset, although his look remained the same, his aura had considerably changed, now exuding a sense of world-weariness and loneliness.
