Evening Glow Peak.

Within a blessed ground.

“In summary, I hope you can keep everything about me and my apprentice, Wang Ting, a secret,” said an old man in Daoist robes. His tone was gentle, modest, and polite.

Lu Changming sat across from him. He solemnly clasped his fist and agreed. “Daoist Brother, rest assured. I won’t leak a word of this.”

Lu Changming was thin, his hair and beard were graying, and his eyes were sunken. This was the third high elder of Meng Po Palace, a lofty authority figure.

Even in the Netherworld, he was a peak old monster of the Imperial Realm, and he had Profound Serenity Realm cultivation.

Yet when he faced the old man in Daoist robes, Lu Changming, an Emperor who could shake the entire River of Forgetfulness Domain with a stamp of his feet, looked respectful!

“Many thanks.” The elder in Daoist robes inclined his head and smiled.

“Daoist Brother, you needn't be so polite,” laughed Lu Changming.

It was then that a crisp, pleasant voice rang out beyond his immortal cave.

“Martial Grand Uncle, if you keep refusing to see me, I’m going to barge in!” 

The speaker sounded a bit frantic. 

Lu Changming’s brow furrowed, but then, he seemed...