“You’ve come, lass. I assume that the boy is Yun Che then.”2

A calm, unruffled, elderly voice drifted over, and Yun Che followed it. He immediately saw a figure seated in serene meditation atop a tall platform of exotic woods and abyssal crystals. He was dressed in plain gray robes. He was tall and slender, and his hair and beard were streaked with silver. Although his features bore some traces of age, he could still be described as “handsome”.0

His downward gaze was gentle, but there was no warmth in its depths whatsoever. His demeanor carried no deliberate air of authority, yet Yun Che felt a subtle, oppressive pressure seeping deep into his soul. More importantly, the intangible spiritual pressure was surprisingly familiar to him.1

Yun Che’s gaze sharpened slightly… This man was none other than High Priest Wan Dao, one of the Four High Priests of the Pure Land and the one who oversaw all of its resources.0

Considering the sheer amount of energy and treasures that were stored in the Wan Dao Divine Pavilion, he had no doubt that the guardian was extremely strict and cautious.0

Yun Che bowed respectfully, his demeanor neither humble nor arrogant. “Junior Yun Che of Dreamweaver greets you, High Priest, Wan Dao.”0

“Mm.”0

High Priest Wan Dao gave him a slight nod and cracked a smile. However, just like his gentle gaze earlier, there wasn’t a hint of a smile in his eyes whatsoever. “As expected, both your looks and bearing are extraordinary. Still, for Caili to fall for you—you got a bargain, you little rascal.”1

Yun Che: “?”0

Yun Che did not like what the old man was saying, but he was a High Priest. So, he kept his reactions in check.0

“Grandpa Wan Dao!”0

Hua Caili looked up at the old man and asked smilingly, “What ancient scripture are you researching today?”0

“Haha.”0

High Priest Wan Dao carelessly answered with a leisurely smile on his face, “Not even the oldest book is older than your Grandpa Wan Dao. They’re all nothing but mundane tales with the occasional redeeming qualities...1