What was bound to come would always come.
「Heavenly Sword Peak.」
"Fellow Taoist Wang, now that you have reached Foundation Establishment, I have come in person. Do you still remember your promise?"
The elderly lady from the Dan King Sect was accompanied by two disciples, Chen Feng and Shen Jiao.
With the Dan King Sect paying a visit, naturally, it was Sect Master Jian who personally received them.
Being at Heavenly Sword Peak now was entirely like waiting for the hare at the stump.
Wang Mu had no choice but to bow with his hands clasped, "Of course, I remember."
"That's good," the elderly lady said with a smile. "Our Old Ancestor has been urging repeatedly... She is about to come out of seclusion, and I hope, Fellow Taoist Wang, that you will not disappoint her."
"Otherwise..." The elderly lady looked at Wang Mu, her meaning clear without words.
Wang Mu pondered for a few seconds.
