In the Namo Nirvana Sky, Yan Ti Ya-saint sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, his expression indifferent, as if his spirit roamed the eight extremes.
Reddish smoke wafted around constantly, and as these tendrils of smoke floated, they resembled coiling dragons, sweeping across the Nine Heavens.
"Patriarch, the Zhong Xuanmen Puye Superior Person requests an audience!" A young child approached lightly outside the cloud bed where Yan Ti Ya-saint was seated, reporting softly.
Yan Ti Ya-saint slowly opened his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then calmly said: "Let him in."
Puye Superior Person entered quickly. Although he was a Minor Sage, in front of Yan Ti Ya-saint, he always maintained half the courtesy of a master.
"Greetings to the Ya-saint!" Puye Superior Person bowed and saluted, his expression extremely respectful.
Yan Ti Ya-saint waved his hand and softly said, "Superior Person, no need for formalities, take a seat!"
