Jinhua Mansion, Orchid Temple, fortified heavily, seals binding the Ghost Realm.
Although the ancient temple was dilapidated and filled with a ghostly aura, it was momentarily tranquil.
At this time, auspicious clouds drifted in, heading straight into the mountains.
"Daoist friend."
"True Monarch."
Xu Yang descended from the cloud, walking towards the reed shed.
True Monarch Changrong also stood up to welcome him, cupping his hands with a smile, "Congratulations, Daoist friend, for successfully slaying demons, clearing away numerous disasters for the world, a merit immeasurable!"
"True Monarch, you overpraise me,"
Xu Yang shook his head lightly and said with a light smile, "It's just that the demon did not know the mandate of Heaven, courting death in its own way. I merely acted along with the momentum."
"You are too humble,"
True Monarch Changrong shook his head and sized him up, then with a smile said, "Daoist friend might as well call me Changrong."
