Wanyun Sect, Castcloud Hall.
"Dazhi, come to the main peak for a visit."
Li Dazhi awoke from his meditation, subconsciously touched the wig on his head, and glanced at the incense burner beside him.
Three sticks of fate-borrowing incense emitted wisps of blue smoke, as if connecting to the distant travelers.
"Alas, it's been half a year since Ping'an went to the Eastern Alliance in the blink of an eye."
Li Dazhi stretched lazily, got up, pulled open the door of the office, and stepped out of the formation that isolated sound and prying eyes.
Noises from the crowd hit him like a wave.
Throughout the great hall, hundreds of tables and chairs were set up, where old Immortals rolled up their sleeves and clicked their abacuses loudly;
Efficient male and female Immortals weaved through the crowd, each holding many Jade Talismans in their hands.
