From Heaven's Virtue, a white-robed old man with white hair and a foot-long beard walked in the air.
He covered hundreds of feet with each step he took.
With every step he took, a halo would appear in the air.
In just a few breaths, the white-robed old man appeared in the air above the Luo Sect's first holy land.
The disciples of the Three Sects fell to their knees.
"Greetings, Patriarch!"
At this moment, three more figures appeared in the air from afar.
They appeared with their grand techniques.
In just a blink of an eye, they appeared in the air above the holy land as well.
They kneeled in the air.
"Yun Sect's current Sect Master, Yun Wuji, greets Patriarch."
"Tian Sect's current Sect Master, Nan Gongwei, greets Patriarch."
"Luo Sect's current Sect Master, Feng Yizhi, greets Patriarch."
The three powerful cultivators who appeared after them were the Sect Masters of the Three Sects.
However, with their patriarch around, the disciples of the Three Sects could not stand up and kowtow.
The white-robed old man with a foot-long beard who slapped them was the Three Sects' patriarch, Yun Tianluo.
With Yun Tianluo around, the others were not qualified to face the Evil Sky Pavilion.
Yun Tianluo waved his hand.
Three energy seals shot toward Yun Wuji, Nan Gongwei, and Feng Yizhi.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
It was unbiased.
The three of them did not dodge. They took the brunt of the slaps.
His cheeks were burning with pain.
The three of them had sour expressions on their faces.
No matter how high their statuses were, they were worthless before their patriarch.
The disciples of the Three Sects were baffled. They did not know why their patriarch would slap them.
Yun Tianluo did not turn around.
He said, "How can you neglect our esteemed guests?"
Yun Tianluo's words revealed the reason why he had slapped them.
The disciples were shocked. Even their patriarch had to treat them with respect. Was the Evil Sky Pavilion really unreachable?
"I've made a mistake!"
The Three Sect Masters lowered their heads at the same time.
They were filled with regret.
Yun Tianluo stepped forward.
At this moment, Leng Luo and Pan Litian cupped their fists at him and parted ways in the air.
'If someone shows me respect, I'll return the favor tenfold.'
Yun Tianluo raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother Ji, you're already so old. Why are you here instead of staying on the mountain?"
"Yun Tianluo, you're about to be buried in peace. If I hadn't come, you would've become a pile of bones."
Lu Zhou struck the armrests of the chair with both palms and flew out.
Lu Zhou, who was also a patriarch, hovered in the air and stood before Yun Tianluo with his hands on his back.
Yun Tianluo couldn't believe it. "You look a little younger. Sigh … This old man is already at his limit. "
Lu Zhou placed one hand on his back and stroked his beard with the other. "Don't you welcome me?"
Yun Tianluo waved his hand.
"Of course you're welcome to meet old friends. This old man apologizes to you on behalf of these ignorant disciples and grand-disciples. "
Yun Tianluo cupped his fists at Lu Zhou as he spoke.
This scene shocked the disciples of the three sects.
When had they ever seen their ancestor lower his head to someone else?
But if their ancestor wanted to do this, how could they dare to object?
"Please." Yun Tianluo made an inviting gesture.
Lu Zhou did not stand on ceremony. He descended from the air.
Leng Luo and Pan Litian followed closely behind him and descended.
"Master, I want to come as well." Little Yuan 'er had wanted to descend since a long time ago. Staying on the flying chariot was too boring.
She hastily got off the flying chariot and flew toward Lu Zhou.
Yun Tianluo glanced at Little Yuan 'er. He nodded and praised her, "Good talent, good foundation … It's a rare sight."
Little Yuan 'er giggled as she walked up to Lu Zhou's side.
Lu Zhou shook his head and said, "You have many disciples as well.
"You've taught quite a few disciples as well."
Yun Tianluo laughed heartily and said, "Alas, compared to your disciples, they're far inferior."
"They're just the Noble and Fiend Paths," Lu Zhou said.
"I think they're the same."
After they descended …
A stone table and a stone bench were already prepared in the center of the holy land.
The two of them sat across from each other.
Everyone else could only stand at a distance behind him respectfully.
Yun Tianluo looked up at Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao in the distance. He said, "Brother Ji, what brings you here?"
The Luo Sect disciples hastily served fruits and tea leaves.
When he saw these, Yun Tianluo waved his hand.
Whoosh!
The fruits flew toward the faces of the Luo Sect disciples.
"Impudent!"
The Luo Sect disciples kneeled on the ground, trembling in fear.
Yun Tianluo said in a deep voice, "Please don't take offense, Brother Ji … The juniors don't know the rules."
At their positions, they were not people who could be entertained by mundane things like tea leaves and fruits.
Lu Zhou was not a calculative person. He said, "Forget it.
"Forget it, the person I want to see is you, not you disciplining your disciple."
"You have a point."
"In that case, I'll get straight to the point."
"That's what I was thinking."
The two of them looked at each other.
A conversation of this level had piqued the curiosity of the others.
They did not know what they were going to say or what would make the two patriarchs talk face to face.
Leng Luo waved his hand.
An energy shield shrouded the surroundings.
The space was isolated.
The disciples of the Three Sects felt extremely uncomfortable. They could only watch from the outside.
Even the Sect Masters of the Three Sects had never been treated like this before.
"You have 30 years left on your great limit?" Lu Zhou asked.
Yun Tianluo sighed. "More or less … Brother Ji, you seem to have a shorter lifespan than me."
Although he was in seclusion.
However, he would occasionally hear some news from the cultivation world.
Lu Zhou did not deny it. Based on the situation in the outside world and his own situation, perhaps tomorrow would be his limit. Hence, he nodded and said,
"That's right."
"So … you came to this old man to find a way to survive?" Yun Tianluo asked. As soon as he finished speaking, he hastily shook his head and denied himself. "Brother Ji, you must be joking with me … If even you don't have a way, how could I?"
"Are you trying to attain the Nine-leaf stage?" Lu Zhou asked as he stroked his beard.
"I've given up a long time ago." Yun Tianluo sighed. "Before my great limit arrived, I'd already lost nearly seventy years of my blood essence. Since then, my cultivation base has declined greatly. I no longer have the chance to attempt the Nine-leaf stage. "
Leng Luo and Pan Litian exchanged a glance.
Lu Zhou said, "Have you ever thought about the fact that attempting to reach the Nine-leaf stage will shorten your life?"
Yun Tianluo frowned, and his eyes lit up.
Even his movements suddenly froze.
"Have you tried it before, Brother Ji?" Yun Tianluo had been blindly figuring things out on his own. He had no one to talk to. In Great Yan, who was most qualified to attempt the Nine-leaf stage apart from Ji Tiandao? All of a sudden, he really wanted to know what Old Villain Ji had learned and experienced.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said calmly,
"I have."
"…"
"My life is being drained quickly. Perhaps … I'll be buried tomorrow and turn into a pile of dirt, "Lu Zhou voiced his thoughts. At the same time, he said self-deprecatingly.
Leng Luo and Pan Litian were shocked.
They seemed to have seen the two old men trying to open the door to the Nine-leaf stage … The conversation before them was like a crack in the door, a crack that was completely different from the ones they had seen before!
Even so, it was still dark inside.
Yun Tianluo was slightly taken aback. He sighed and said, "Don't sigh, Brother Ji. I'll go with you."
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