"Li Qingyun?"
Jiang Ding recalled for a moment and remembered this person.
"Indeed, it has been nearly a hundred years since I last saw him," he said. "Please let him in."
This Sky Spiritual Root cultivator, who had come from the jianghu of Yue Country alongside him, although not exactly a close friend or someone he trusted, still had a genuine connection with him.
A moment later, a youth clad in a simple robe, with a handsome and stately appearance and a demeanor as gentle as jade, walked into the Demon Palace. He was still at a distance when he bowed deeply.
"Your disciple, Li Qingyun, pays his respects, Junior Uncle Master!"
"Brother Li, it has been a long time; you needn't be so formal."
Jiang Ding nodded with a smile.
Among cultivators, aside from blood relatives, direct disciples, or those who forged deep friendships in their youth, seniority and titles tended to fluctuate, changing with one's strength.
