"I heard from Fellow Daoist Yan Huang that you built Dragon Tiger Mountain into the First Daoist Lineage of your era. You've done well. Very well!"
The Celestial Master was taken aback. Wang Zhiyao and the others were also dumbfounded, unable to understand what was going on with this Elder Zhang.
Only Yan Huang's expression flickered, and he suddenly asked,
"Sir, you seem to have... been here before? You know of this place?"
"I have."
Zhang Liang smiled.
"You might not believe this, but in my past life... no, the life before my last, I personally came here. My junior brother planted this very tree."
As his words fell, the mountain peak fell deathly silent. The Old Celestial Master's pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyebrows shot up involuntarily in utter astonishment.
Yan Huang, Li Yutong, and the others weren't much better off. They stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning, completely dumbstruck.
