From within the grand hall came an old yet powerful voice responding, "Hmm! Come in."
Li Mu followed Qingsong Daoist into the grand hall, greeted by an ancient and solemn atmosphere.
In the center of the hall sat an elderly man with snow-white hair, none other than Huanglong Daoist. Dressed in a simple yellow Daoist robe, he exuded an ethereal aura. His face was withered, yet a rich fragrance of elixirs permeated the air around him, making him seem like an ordinary elder, not a high and mighty Void Refining Cultivator.
Qingsong Daoist respectfully bowed, presenting the Tier Six Spirit Sword refined by Li Mu. Under the bright lights within the hall, the golden Spirit Sword radiated a faint Sword Aura, its body adorned with intricate, luminous golden Artifact Patterns, quite dazzling.
Huanglong Daoist's eyes fell upon the Spirit Sword, a flash of delight crossing his gaze. He eagerly took the Spirit Sword, gently caressing it as if sensing the sword's spirituality.
