At Yu Mountain's location.
Piles upon piles of white clouds spread out, vast and stretching unknown tens of thousands of miles, like layers upon layers of snow-white earth.
Above the clouds.
Under the Guang Hui tree.
The Three Ancestors of Yu Mountain and Ao Shang's gazes converged, both nodding in recognition.
Awaiting Ao Shang's ascension.
The Guangning True Immortal's smiling face receded, frowning as he said, "This Luo Fu, having joined our Yu Mountain and received various privileges, still pines for the minor Min River!"
To be trifled with by an insignificant newly-promoted Primordial Spirit Practitioner, if not for considering that Luo Fuzi was a Shang River Practitioner with good talents and now even endowed with fortune worthy of nurturing, the temperamental Guangning True Immortal would have long since struck down with a heavy palm and crushed Luo Fuzi's Divine Soul, to wash away the shame.
It was hard to suppress his anger.
