A host of high-ranking commanders came forward, personally inviting Ye Chen to a floating palace. Carved railings and jade work, small bridges over flowing water, cranes dancing in the sky, spirit deer galloping around—there were also swirling clouds of mist, as if one had arrived at the very Immortal Realm on earth, captivating to all who saw it.
Normally, this place was reserved especially for entertaining important distinguished guests, and it was not an area that just anyone could be invited to enter. Today, they treated Ye Chen as a guest of honor, bestowing upon him enough respect and ceremony.
A graceful and charming maidservant, in the prime of youth, smiled with deference, performing a deep bow and offered up a cup of high-quality Clearing God Tea.
"Thank you!"
Ye Chen was humble and polite, seated in the guest's seat. He only tasted a little of the Dao Tea before getting straight to the point, "May I ask why the esteemed seniors have brought this junior here today?"
