An unknown ballad with soulful resonance, embodying the profound orthodoxy of the Daoist sect, exuding an ethereal aura.
Retracting his gaze, he looked forward.
The outline of Lingxiao Palace gradually approached, becoming clearer.
A figure in white robes sat gracefully at the top of the palace, right above the golden orb, with palms upward, seemingly cultivating.
Zhang Rongfang swiftly cleared his mind of distractions, preparing to focus entirely on dealing with this troublesome and enigmatic grandmaster.
He came this time at the invitation of the grandmaster, visiting for the second time.
Although he did not know why the other wanted to see him, a summons from an elder could not be ignored out of both emotion and reason.
Soon, the cable car stopped in front of the square of Lingxiao Palace.
Zhang Rongfang stood up, leapt gently, and landed on the hard stone surface.
