"How can this be?" Wei Yuan couldn't sit still.
At this moment, the external congratulatory gifts had been received, and next was the turn for Taichu Palace's internal congratulations. Yan Shi sent tea, Zhu Yan gave a durable immortal robe, all quite unoriginal.
As the Water Moon Palace Master, Wei Yuan should have been at the forefront, but as Xuan Yue's revered disciple's grandson, he was positioned last.
Finally, when it was Wei Yuan's turn, he waved his large sleeve, and the main hall filled with immortal clouds. From within the clouds emerged ninety-nine Imperial cultivators, each dressed differently, yet all exuding an immortal demeanor, as if they could be high experts hidden away in some corner of the world.
