Thinking of the reward he was about to receive, Xiao Buli couldn't help but hum a tune, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived at the great hall. Unlike what he had seen on the screen, standing in front of the hall in person, he felt a sense of solemn grandeur. Standing at the entrance, he carefully examined the carvings on the doors and pillars, truly works of gods and spirits. They appeared even more complex and beautiful than what he had seen at the Imperial Palace Mausoleum on his first visit.
After a long while, Xiao Buli stepped inside. Xuanxu Zi sat upright in the center, still exuding an aura of natural authority, holding a horsetail whisk in his hand and looking every bit the part of an ethereal Taoist sage. However, because of Xiao Buli's different thoughts, no matter how he looked at Xuanxu Zi, he felt something exceedingly strange about him.
"Disciple, you've returned?" Xuanxu Zi didn't open his eyes, but spoke with an inscrutable air.
