Thunder roared, colorful clouds drifted in the sky.
In front of Fang Zheng, a white crane flew ahead, and behind it, the clouds slowly parted, revealing an elderly man seated on the Nine Dragons Agarwood Carriage, dressed in white, holding a duster. Beside him were two figures, each six zhang tall, with yellow faces, seated on lotus thrones with hands clasped together.
"Yuan Shi Tian Zun, Jieyin, and Zhunti, as expected, you've come."
Looking at the three figures before him, Fang Zheng sneered.
"Why don't I see Laozi... Seems like he has a little more conscience than you lot."
"Friend, you speak incorrectly."
Yuanshi Tianzun shook his head slightly.
"Originally, we had already secluded ourselves, no longer concerning ourselves with the mundane affairs of the mortal world. However, your bloodthirsty nature forced us out once more. Additionally..."
At this point, Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at the golden-faced man beside him, coughing awkwardly.
