Atop a large ship that was advancing through the emptiness of space.
"Sit." The raggedy old man sat down in the lotus position, a table in front of him. The table was covered with fruit and wine, and Ji Ning sat down in front of the old man.
"Oh, right. I haven't introduced myself yet." The raggedy old man smiled. "I'm one of the three Palace Lords of Vastheaven Palace, 'Daolord Solesky'."
"Three Palace Lords?" Ning was surprised.
The information which World God Northrest had left behind indicated that Vastheaven Palace only had two Palace Lords.
"All members of Vastheaven Palace address each other as 'brother'. There's no difference in status amongst us," the raggedy old man explained. "Anyone who can become a Samsara Daolord will be honored with the title of 'Palace Lord'. A short while ago, Vastheaven Palace gave birth to a new Samsara Daolord."
Ning was secretly amazed.
