Shortly after.
Senior Brother Li and Zhang Jing both walked into a small palace, one in front and one behind.
Inside the palace, two middle-aged men seemed to be arguing about something, their faces flushed with excitement.
Next to them sat an old man with white hair, smiling as he watched the argument, with no intention of intervening.
Around them, there were bronze square tables piled with spiritual paper, spirit ink, and a few spirit pens.
Thump-Thump—
The footsteps of Senior Brother Li and Zhang Jing suddenly sounded.
The actions of the three men stopped instantly, and they all followed the sound.
Next moment.
"We pay our respect to Senior Brother Li!"
The old man, who stood at the front, led the two behind him to greet Senior Brother Li.
"You three don't have to be so formal."
Zhang Jing slowed his steps.
Two middle-aged men and one old man greeted a teenager with respect, who calmly received it, with his voice revealing an age-defying vicissitude.
