"Hehe, Senior Brother Wang has rarely shown his face. I thought you would continue closed-door cultivation of the 'Turtle Spirit Art' and not come out. How dare I disturb Senior Brother Wang's quiet cultivation?" The elder with the surname Fu seemed to have known the silver-robed cultivator for a long time and greeted him very familiarly.
"I can only reach the seventh layer of the 'Turtle Spirit Art,' and I estimate I will not be able to advance to the mid Nascent Soul Stage in this lifetime. But I heard from Steward Zhao that someone suspected to be at the mid Nascent Soul Stage has come to our pavilion and wants to acquire the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, which has been kept by us for hundreds of years. Plus, with you here, Brother Fu, how could I not come out to meet you?" The silver-robed cultivator, over fifty years old, glanced at Han Li and slightly smiled as he cupped his hands in a salutation.
