Arriving at the mountain gate, Lu Changsheng saw a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a well-defined face, a slim figure, wearing a purple robe with thunder patterns.
"I am Shangguan Zhan. I've heard that Lu True Master is hosting a grand ceremony, so I've specially come to join in the fun. I hope my uninvited presence will not be held against me?"
Although this Shangguan patriarch was thin, his voice was very loud, and he resembled an ancient pine tree, strong and vigorous, exuding a majestic and stern aura from inside out.
"A guest is a guest, Daoist Shangguan, for coming from afar, I am most grateful, please!"
Lu Changsheng noticed that this Shangguan patriarch was also accompanied by a stern young man carrying a thunder blade, sensing a bit of hostility from their arrival.
"Since I've come, it's only fitting to present a gift. Here's a batch of third-rank 'Purple Thunder Gang Sha' that I have just refined, as a congratulatory gift!"
