"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist Yun Yan, long time no see!"
Accompanied by a burst of hearty laughter, Wanmu True Monarch, a man with an ordinary face dressed in a cyan Dharma Robe, approached from the distance with two Changchun Valley cultivators.
If one didn't know about the ten-thousand-year grudge between Changchun Valley and Huayi Temple, his warm, pleasant smile could easily mislead them into thinking he was meeting an old friend of many years.
Then, Wanmu pointed to a black-haired young man beside him who wore a long cyan robe, carried a massive Sword Box on his back, and had eyes as sharp as drawn swords. He chuckled and said, "Since this is just a friendly spar on behalf of your master, why not let this new disciple of mine test your student's skills?"
"Duanmu of Changchun Valley, I ask for Fellow Daoist Li's guidance!" The black-haired young man stepped forward and clasped his hands in a salute.
