"It's a Black Chicken Daoist Soldier, but it's one of the weaker Class II Dao soldiers... At best, it can only compare to cultivators in the early to middle-stage of the Golden Core realm."
"Is it that formidable?"
Song Dongyang couldn't help but show an expression of surprise.
Wang Qingyang shook her head:
"Formidable? This is nothing. Master has several Class III Dao soldiers in his possession... No more talking about it; we've arrived."
As they spoke, their figures swiftly ascended, and in the blink of an eye, they saw three grand halls suspended in mid-air, arranged in the shape of a triangle.
Many cultivators moved to and fro among these three halls.
Upon seeing Wang Qingyang, they all respectfully performed salutes.
Wang Qingyang nodded to each of them and then ushered Song Dongyang into the Rende Hall.
After learning Song Dongyang's name, a wave of commotion swept through the Rende Hall.
