"Little friend, you have a good eye. This 'Palace of Winter' is indeed a portion of the ancient Heavenly City." A firm voice echoed from within the palace as the owner stepped out.
The voice belonged to a dignified middle-aged man wearing a plain daoist robe. He carried a long sword on his back and held a fly-whisk in his hand. He looked like an expert that had left behind the mundane world, someone that had reached enlightenment.
Song Shuhang looked at the middle-aged man and managed to determine his strength with just one glance—Second Stage Realm. To be more precise, Second Stage Fifth Dantian 'Dragon Palm Dantian' Realm. The great river of true qi of the middle-aged man had only condensed up to the 'Dragon Palm Dantian'.
His realm was slightly higher than that of the Western monk, and was the same as that of 'Altar Master' back in the day.
