In this way, Yang Zhenshan was immersed in his insights, completely ignoring the passage of time.
In the blink of an eye, ten years passed.
Today, the White Jade City was particularly bustling, with Golden Core Cultivators and Demon Kings who rarely appeared on ordinary days all coming to the Red Sleeve Palace.
Kou Ta and Hong Fuxiu stood in front of the main hall of Red Sleeve Palace, welcoming one guest after another with smiles on their faces.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Red Sleeve, congratulations, congratulations!" The old face of Xuanzhen was beaming with joy.
"Fellow Daoist Xuanzhen, congratulations to you too, congratulations to you too!"
Hong Fuxiu clasped her fists in return, exuding a truly heroic aura.
Xuanzhen looked at Kou Ta, then at Hong Fuxiu, his eyes glowing with admiration, "How wonderful it is that you, as a couple, can both ascend the Golden Core Path!"
