"How do I see this? With my eyes, of course!" A rather shrill voice rang out.0

"Ha! How amusing," the deep voice continued with a chuckle. "I missed Junior Brother Ming Jian's Overlord advancement celebration this time because my true self wasn't in the Ling Jiang Universe. But I did send a Sovereign under my command to deliver gifts. Senior Brother Bei Zhen attended in person. Yet you, his senior, didn't even go to offer congratulations."0

"Hmph. Qing You, do you think I'm like you, ruling over a macrocosm without a care in the world? I'm an Overlord of the Immortal Court. How could I congratulate him openly?" the shrill voice retorted.0

The two bantered back and forth, clearly quite familiar with each other.0

The Spacetime Dao Master placed almost no restrictions on his successors. In fact, he hadn't formally taken them as disciples at all. He didn't even care if these successors killed each other. So terms like ‘Senior Brother’ and ‘Junior Brother’ were merely how the successors addressed one another of their own will.0

Whoosh! A figure in white robes appeared out of thin air atop a jade platform. His robes fluttered, his aura transcendent and otherworldly. A warm smile graced his face, instinctively drawing goodwill from o...0