There was no one near the mountain valley.
Lu Changsheng frowned.
He immediately sent a transmission, saying he had already arrived at the agreed location.
Then, Lu Changsheng found a spot and quietly waited.
In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.
"Swish."
Finally, there was some movement outside the valley.
An old man with crane-like hair and a ruddy complexion appeared in the valley.
"Where is Fellow Daoist Lu?"
The old man called out loudly.
"Might you be Fellow Daoist Xuan Yang?"
Lu Changsheng revealed himself.
He stared at the old man. Based on his understanding of immortal cultivators, this man was most likely one of them.
"Holy Alliance, Xuan Yang."
"Qingshan Holy Land, Lu Changsheng."
The Xuan Yang True Monarch Lu Changsheng contacted was, in fact, a liaison from Qingshan Holy Land.
So naturally, Lu Changsheng represented Qingshan Holy Land.
After all, he did now count as an elder of Qingshan Holy Land.
