Push open the door.
A boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slightly youthful and heroic expression on his face, appeared before his eyes. Unlike other ordinary disciples of Feixian Peak, Chen Daoqing looked at Wen Jiu without that ingratiating gaze.
There was only a sense of goodwill.
But that's enough, after all, Chen Daoqing is a third-generation immortal.
"Fellow Daoist Chen."
Wen Jiu calmly cupped his fists in greeting, not overly enthusiastic because of Chen Daoqing's status as a third-generation immortal.
Chen Daoqing returned the gesture and then got straight to the point, "Fellow Daoist Wen, in three days we will have a small gathering, attended by some of the more outstanding apprentice disciples and official disciples of Feixian Peak."
"I'll definitely be there."
Chen Daoqing didn't express it very clearly, but he understood his meaning.
