On Shouming Island, one naturally couldn't use flying techniques at will. Qi Yuntian exited Feihe Tower with him, and they walked down the mountain path together.
This was the highest point of Shouming Palace. As far as the eye could see, the entirety of Shouming Palace's scenery was laid out before them. However, the area around the Main Hall remained shrouded in a veil of misty clouds, radiant and resplendent, giving rise to an indescribable feeling. It was clearly the residence of True Master Peng, warded off from prying eyes.
After glancing a few times, Zhang Yan felt a faint dizziness arise. Realizing his cultivation level was still insufficient, he hurriedly averted his gaze.
At that moment, a cultivator wearing a high crown and broad belt, flanked by attendants, came approaching. When that man saw the two of them, he clasped his hands in greeting from afar and said, "Ah, I wondered who it might be. So it's Brother Qi. Greetings."
