"We respectfully welcome Elder Jiang."
Song Changsheng was a bit surprised by Jiang Shuming's personal arrival. After all, Hundred Herbs Hall and the Vast Alliance were currently at each other's throats, and traveling posed a great risk.
"I have arrived late, young friend. You have my apologies."
"It is still early, Elder. Why would you say such a thing? Qinghong, this is Master Jiang of Hundred Herbs Hall. Do not be neglectful."
Amidst the envious gazes of his fellow clansmen, Song Qinghong served as a guide for a Purple Mansion Cultivator for the second time. He was much calmer than before, respectfully leading Master Jiang up the mountain.
A short while later, a brilliant golden Flying Ship broke through the sea of clouds and descended outside Vast Mist Peak. Several figures disembarked.
The person in the lead was none other than the Jade-faced Rakshasa, Shen Qingxiu. Beside her were Zhuang Yuechan, Xing Zhao, and two middle-aged cultivators with extraordinary auras.
