“Taiyan Dao Immortal, Dan Ting, comes to pay respects to the Xianmen Wuwei Tower!”
A warm and gentle voice rang out.
It gave off an inexplicable sense of calm.
Upon hearing this, Zhuo Lanqing, Shangguan Jiujiu, Ye Yu, and the others slowly stepped out.
They looked at this unfamiliar immortal with puzzled eyes.
What exactly was going on lately?
Why were more and more immortals coming here?
However, it had to be said, this immortal named Dan Ting, wearing a tall crown, looked much more presentable than those who had come before.
Seeing people approach,
Dan Ting once again performed a single-handed salute and slightly bowed to show respect.
Zhuo Lanqing instinctively glanced at Ye Yu.
Although nominally, she was the master of Wuwei Tower,
Zhuo Lanqing knew very well in her heart
the one who truly made decisions was Ye Yu, not her.
This was not an illusion but an objective fact.
Just look at the current situation.
Bai Xichu, Bai Miaoling, and even her close friend Shangguan Jiujiu stayed inside Wuwei Tower because of Ye Yu.
If not for that,
Zhuo Lanqing would simply be a lone commander.
That made her feel embarrassed even to declare her identity before Ye Yu.
Sensing the hesitation in Zhuo Lanqing’s eyes,
Ye Yu, perceptive and understanding, immediately nodded slightly to her, signaling to step forward.
This small gesture
warmed Zhuo Lanqing’s heart.
It represented Ye Yu’s recognition of her status.
Just this alone was already very good.
Zhuo Lanqing immediately regained confidence and walked straight toward Dan Ting.
She softly said, “I am Zhuo Lanqing, Master of the Wuwei Tower.
Immortal friend, what brings you here today?”
Dan Ting took a golden invitation from his storage ring and handed it over with both hands.
“Three days from now, my Taiyan Dao will hold the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference at the Xianmen.
I was specially sent here to widely invite the Xianmen to participate.
We hope all immortal friends can attend despite their busy schedules.
At that time, all masters of the Xianmen will come.
It will be a good opportunity for mutual exchange regarding the future development of the Xianmen, won’t it?”
After speaking,
Dan Ting very tactfully stepped back one step.
He bowed slightly and left Wuwei Tower.
One must admit, his sense of propriety was excellent.
There was no forced invitation, nor did he linger or push to stay.
He simply stated his case and turned to leave.
Whether to go or not was up to them.
This approach made people feel very comfortable.
Zhuo Lanqing looked at the invitation in her hand, feeling very curious.
“Taiyan Dao?
That Xianmen’s name seems quite unfamiliar.
On what grounds are they hosting the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference? Even if hosting one, shouldn’t they invite some established Xianmen? That would be more convincing.
Shangguan, do you think it might be like us, a newly founded Xianmen trying to make a name by creating a fuss?”
Listening to Zhuo Lanqing’s teasing,
Shangguan Jiujiu did not smile but replied seriously, “Taiyan Dao is by no means a newly founded Xianmen.
It is a hidden Xianmen in the Heavenly Realm, with extremely strong power.
Legend has it that the master of Taiyan Dao reached the peak of the Xianwang Realm tens of thousands of years ago,
just one step away from the legendary Tian Di Realm.
If it weren’t for this Heavenly Realm catastrophe, they wouldn’t have appeared.”
Hearing this,
Zhuo Lanqing felt embarrassed.
Honestly, was this still the carefree and naïve good friend she used to know?
How different she was now.
Sisters, in comparison, I really feel like a fool.


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