Two Daoist priests, one old and one young, walked along the bank of a large lake in the Middle Earth Divine Continent. The autumn wind rustled the trees and plants, and the old Daoist priest said to his disciple that he was going to visit an old friend.2

The young disciple didn't ask about who it was, nor did he ask about the cultivation base of this old friend. There was no need to ask these questions.0

Back then, they had been turned back by a scholar at that solitary island in the sea.0

Afterward, the young Daoist priest had sighed with emotion regarding his master's cultivation, especially after his master revealed that the scholar wasn't a terrestrial immortal, nor was he at the Unpolished Jade Tier, the Immortal Tier, or the Ascension Tier. The young Daoist priest had initially wanted to console his master, but upon seeing his master's indifferent demeanor, he had ultimately decided against saying anything. This was also good. His master was poor at slaying demons and vanquishing fiends, while his Dao power was also a pathetic mess. This was seemingly a very good match?13

His master had brought him to the Middle Earth Divine Continent afterward, visiting their upper sect, Mount Longhu. However, Zhang Shanfeng's master had left him at the foot of the mountain, causing him to feel slightly disappointed. He felt like his master wasn't high-ranking and influential enough, leaving him unable to bring an extra person into the mountain. As such, Zhang Shanfeng hadn't said anything about this.1

His master had simply said that he wanted...0