"I can't sense the Void anymore!" His eyes nearly popped out.
Yang Zhenshan smiled softly, walked slowly to the main seat on the steps, and sat down. "Haha, be more mindful in the future. I am the master of the Immortal Palace!"
His words carried a warning tone, yet he spoke as if it were a joke.
Actually, he was targeting Xuanzhen, because he understood this fellow too well. Xuanzhen was the kind who needed a beating every few days to stay grounded.
Even though he's over a hundred years old, his personality hasn't changed a bit.
If he doesn't get a little admonishment, he might just get too cocky.
Xuanzhen heard and smirked, "Yes, this humble Taoist pays respect to the True Monarch!"
Yang Zhenshan, stroking his beard, said thoughtfully, "Isn't the title True Monarch too general? Don't you think I should have a more resounding title?"
