"Welcome, Qinglian Saint Master!" Xu Ping personally came out to greet her at the entrance of Wu Di Palace with a humble and warm tone even before she reached the gate.
A green glow formed by the lotus beneath Xing Xi's feet swirled around her, and then she casually stepped into the Wu Di Palace without a care.
There was not a trace of fluctuation in Xu Ping's expression, but inwardly he was overjoyed. No matter how strong you are, Xing Xi, this is not a place you can just come and go as you please.
"It's truly an honor for our Wu tribe to have the Qinglian Saint Master visit us..." A cheerful voice was followed by the appearance of a middle-aged man. His dark hair draped over his shoulders, and his presence was solid, giving him the aura of a large mountain, providing a sense of steadiness.
Xing Xi paused, swept her gaze over the middle-aged man, and then said calmly, "You must be Zhudi Hong of the Wu tribe? Indeed, your reputation is well-deserved."
