As more similar clues and experiences accumulated, a quantitative change was bound to lead to a qualitative transformation eventually.
Moreover, at the newly established Yellow Sky Altar of the Snowy Ridges in Chuanxi, there was another arrangement in place.
Having sent a sword-letter to Fu Dongsen in the tone of Chen Donglou, influenced by the Immortal Seed Purple Light, Lei Jun no longer paid any attention to it.
He turned his gaze to Jiang Yu and Guo Ling.
"Elder Chen, Jiang Yu of Pure Yang Palace pays her respects."
The female Taoist had now regained her composure. Facing "Chen Donglou" without servility or arrogance, she gave a Taoist bow.
"Chen Donglou" stood with his hands behind his back. "I've heard that Pure Yang Palace has recently taken in a disciple with a Pure Yin Immortal Body. Is that you?"
Jiang Yu said, "I am but a junior with limited learning. Please provide guidance, Elder Chen."
