"Congratulations on coming to the Qingye Tianzong."
A majestic yet kind voice echoed, then rays of light descended from the sky, enveloping everyone present.
Some tried to evade.
But it was too late!
"Buzz... Buzz... Buzz!"
Thus, everyone's consciousness was drawn by the Daoist Lord Qingye into the same "group chat."
"Who are you?!"
Someone asked vigilantly.
"Hehe, who am I? It's been too long; I can't clearly remember my name. The world honors me as... Daoist Lord Qingye!"
Daoist Lord Qingye stood with his hands behind his back, turning his back on everyone, his figure dreamy and hazy, giving off an aura of profound mystery.
"Greetings, Daoist Lord!"
"Greetings, senior!"
Destined ones bowed in respect.
Though they usually looked down on others, with their noses upturned, in front of a senior, they were extremely courteous.
After all, many of them rose to success through this very approach.
