A black gate swung wide open, the entrance ominous and terrifying. Soon, a procession emerged, all clad in black robes! The leader rode a five-colored divine bull, his features obscured, but exuding an aura of unmatched valor. As he passed by, the assembled Immortals stood to greet him!
Only a few did not rise to their feet, opting instead to raise their cups in salute from a distance... The rider atop the divine bull did not dismount either, instead returning the salute from afar.
Upon seeing Yang Jian, Yang Jian gave a slight nod, acknowledging the greeting.
For the first time, the man on the divine bull spoke, "Immortal Master, it's been a long time."
Yang Jian gestured for him to sit but said nothing, his cool demeanor leaving Qin Shou envious to his core.
These individuals took their seats on the tenth level of the Cloud Altar.
