A luxuriantly decorated hall.

A group of beautiful servant girls carried trays of all manner of delicacies inside—crabs the size of washbasins, fatty, white-fleshed spirit fish, and shrimp as thick as an arm…

There were also live oysters, scallops, and clams. Everything carried traces of spiritual energy, and the feast was accompanied by all styles of condiments. Everything was fresh and delicious.

Ying Que dined with Su Yi and his companions. In doing so, he learned their identities.

When he found out that Su Yi hailed from the Great Zhou, Ying Que was stunned. It seemed he dared not believe that someone as extraordinary as Su Yi could arise within a remote, tiny little backwater like that.

“I heard that the Great Zhou is on the southernmost edge of the Azure Continent, and that thirty thousand years ago, the world’s number one Buddhist holy land, the Prajna Meditation Garden, occupied its lands. Rumor has it that they worshiped a true dragon there, and that their accumulations ran extremely deep,” Ying Que said with a smile.

He wore long robes, and his temples were graying. His features were striking yet elegant, and there was no trace of the savage majesty of a mighty Spiritual Manifestation yao about him. On the contrary,...