"Great True Lord has arrived!!"
All rose to their feet, the old man shedding his smile and standing up respectfully with everyone else.
Towards the True Lord, he harbored more respect than anyone. Anyone who understood history knew how many benefits the True Lord brought.
The old man's name was Liu Siyuan, and his background was quite simple, being a descendant of Liu Song, one of the Seven Immortals of Qinling from years past. The young man taken down the mountain by Xiang Youxian was Liu Song, who, lacking in talent, progressively took a step back to work behind the scenes, with his descendants mainly involved in literature and historical work.
Soon, a white-robed Taoist came walking down, surrounded by a throng of people.
His eyes were as deep as the stars, his skin as pristine as white jade, and his hair like a black waterfall, casually tied with a red string and draped over his back.
Yun Wuya, Li Congwu, Gu Ming Yue, Bai Yang and other sect leaders followed behind him.
