Qing Niu glanced at Yang Luo, chuckled and said, "Boy, when you act normal, you really are quite polite!"
Yang Luo grumbled, "I’ve always been normal!"
Qing Niu said, "Then half a month ago, you rampaged through the Starry Sky Universe like a madman, killing so many Starry Sky Giant Beasts?"
Yang Luo’s eyes dimmed, he sighed and said, "It’s a long story."
The Daoist Ancestor glanced at Yang Luo, then gently waved the horsetail whisk in his hand.
Instantly, the fractured void was restored, as if the battle had never happened.
Yang Luo was astonished, realizing the unfathomable depth of the Daoist Ancestor.
The Daoist Ancestor spoke calmly, "Come, sit down, and let’s discuss it slowly."
"Yes, Daoist Ancestor!"
Yang Luo nodded in agreement.
Afterward, Yang Luo and Qing Niu followed the Daoist Ancestor and flew away from the place.
Not long after.
Yang Luo and Qing Niu followed the Daoist Ancestor and arrived at Daluo Mountain.
The mountain was a hundred thousand feet high, with a magnificent palace on the summit, emitting dazzling purple-gold light.
On the plaque of the palace, "Eight Sceneries Palace" was inscribed in three bold and powerful characters.
"Eight Sceneries Palace..."
Yang Luo murmured to himself, feeling increasingly startled.
It is rumored that the Daoist Ancestor’s dojo is "Eight Sceneries Palace," also known as "Xuandu Purple Mansion."
Soon, Yang Luo and Qing Niu followed the Daoist Ancestor and flew into the Eight Sceneries Palace.
The entire palace was spacious and bright, with various ancient characters and runes inscribed on the surrounding walls.
On the wall directly in front was a huge Taiji Painting.
The Daoist Ancestor sat cross-legged on a mat and steadily landed on the ground in front of the Taiji Painting.
He raised his hand, "Sit down."
Yang Luo and Qing Niu also sat cross-legged on the mats on either side.
In the center of the hall was a low table.
On the table were a bronze burner and tea utensils.
Flames burned in the bronze burner, with a teapot on top making a bubbling sound.
Once Yang Luo and Qing Niu sat down.
The Daoist Ancestor gently waved his sleeve.
The teapot slowly lifted and poured two cups of tea.
The two cups of tea flew into the hands of Yang Luo and Qing Niu.
Yang Luo took the tea cup and sipped the tea, savoring its sweetness and feeling his mood settle down.
It seems this tea is quite extraordinary.
The Daoist Ancestor lifted his eyes to look at Yang Luo and said, "Boy, tell me, who are you, and why did you suddenly appear in that region of the sky?"
Yang Luo cupped his hands and said, "Junior’s name is Yang Luo..."
"Your name is Yang Luo?"
The Daoist Ancestor was suddenly surprised and asked.
Qing Niu also suddenly looked at Yang Luo, with his eyes wide open.
Yang Luo was momentarily stunned and asked, "Daoist Ancestor, Senior Qing Niu, do you know me?"
"Little Luo, it seems my meeting with you is not coincidental but a destined encounter..."
The Daoist Ancestor sighed, then raised his hand, "Continue speaking."
"Yes!"
Yang Luo nodded, without concealing anything, and truthfully recounted how he led various forces to attack Xumi Sacred Land to save people and the subsequent events to the Daoist Ancestor.
After listening to Yang Luo’s account.
Qing Niu grinned and said, "Boy, you are truly loyal! To save your friend’s mother, you disregarded your own life, you suit my taste!"
The Daoist Ancestor said, "I didn’t expect you were truly Yang Immortal Emperor’s son, Yang Luo."
"Yang Immortal Emperor?!"
Yang Luo was suddenly stunned and asked, "Daoist Ancestor, do you know my father?!"
"Of course, I know him."
The Daoist Ancestor nodded and said, "Over a thousand years ago, I also participated in that great battle."