Directly on the majestic plaza at the summit of Mount Taiping that reaches into the clouds.
Standing at the front was Wan Dashan, dressed in a simple and elegant blue robe, with an ethereal aura.
Next to him was Little White, who had not grown any taller in the past fifty or sixty years, with his distinctive spiky hair as always.
Behind these two were the siblings Iron Zheng and Meng Nan, along with the human Ling Shan and another attractive-looking, buoyant young female demon with an excellent figure.
Further back were a number of demons who held important positions on Mount Taiping.
It seemed that compared to before, there were fewer familiar faces in this welcoming party.
Lu Wufei landed in the plaza with Hu Yue by his side.
The Senior Disciple Wan Dashan immediately led those behind him to pay their respects: "Greetings, Master..."
"Greetings, Master..."
"Greetings, Dad..."
"Greetings, Great King..."
"Greetings, Ancestor..."
