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On the vast Qingyun Peak, there stood only the Changqing Palace. Enveloped in mist and clouds all year round, no one dared to disturb its peace.
With hair as white as snow but a face that remained youthful, the immortal wore a white robe. As he walked, his sleeves fluttered, shimmering with the light of high-grade array formations.
As the sect master of the Boundless Sect, the number one sect in the world, Immortal Lord Yanchi rarely felt flustered. Yet now, standing before Changqing Palace, he hesitated at the entrance for a long while before taking a deep breath, gathering his courage to push open the doors.
The interior of the palace was vast, filled with various rare treasures, magical artifacts, and famous swords. Even the floor tiles beneath his feet were large blocks of spirit stones, a dazzling display of sheer wealth.
Though Yanchi had visited many times and was no stranger to such sights, he still felt a twinge of envy.
To decorate one's own palace in this manner—Sword Venerable Lingye, Cui Huai, truly behaved like a wealthy landlord, utterly lacking the elegance of a cultivator. Although he knew she was human, he couldn't help but suspect she was actually a dragon, creatures naturally obsessed with hoarding wealth.
Despite his internal complaints, he dared not show a hint of it on his face. Yanchi simply lowered his eyes and waited respectfully.
After a moment, a lazy voice drifted over.
"Yanchi, what brings you here?"
Sword Venerable Lingye, Cui Huai, had arrived.
Seated above was