"Just name a time. I can leave whenever you're ready."
Yi Beidou said. He had been engrossed in his Cultivation in Wencheng for over a month now, rarely setting foot outside. It was practically a secluded retreat.
As the saying goes, a long period of stillness stirs the desire for motion. Now that Tao Zihong had extended a sudden invitation, he felt a whim—a serendipitous impulse. He didn't mind traveling a thousand miles to meet a friend.
"I have to attend the High-level Conference, so I've been quite busy with worldly matters lately. How about this: I hope you can grace me with your presence after the conference concludes."
Tao Zihong said with a smile.
He was no carefree wanderer like Yi Beidou. As the Maoshan Celestial Master, representing one of the three great mountains of the Donghua Daoist Sect, and with the heritage of his sect behind him, certain worldly matters were unavoidable. He had to participate in the entire High-level Conference.
