"Zhou Yan."
A ethereal voice of an immortal echoed by Chen Jichuan's ear.
The voice appeared.
An image appeared.
He raised his head, as if separated by a layer of void, he truly beheld two Daoists.
One was an elegant middle-aged man wearing a Yin Yang robe.
The other was a middle-aged man wearing a blue lotus leaf Daoist robe.
The two seemed to be amidst the clouds, looking towards him.
Chen Jichuan glanced at the two, did not employ 'Insight', but a sense of clarity naturally arose in his heart, instinctively knowing their identities. He quickly stood up, cupping his hands towards the two, and said, "This humble immortal Zhou Yan, greets the two immortals."
Cave Abyss Immortal.
Qinghe Immortal.
Chen Jichuan felt a solemnity in his heart.
He had heard of the names of these two immortals, especially the Cave Abyss Immortal, renowned and highly respected among the universe and true immortals.
