Xiang Ziyu spoke as he walked towards Wang Lun under the willow tree.
Wang Lun had already stood up from beneath the willow. He had listened clearly just now, truly thinking it was an Elder of the Hundred Peaks Sect, and they were at the peak of the True Immortal Realm. Now he realized that the strongest of their Human Clan was of the Golden Immortal Realm, with the True Immortal Realm just below that.
This Elder of the Hundred Peaks Sect was second only to the Golden Immortal Realm! How could he continue lying beneath the tree, especially with what the other person had said earlier?
Before Xiang Ziyu could speak, he directly said, "Are you here to invite me to join the Hundred Peaks Sect? Sure, just because you appreciated my poetry earlier, I accept, as you are someone who understands poetry."
"Very well, you've made the wisest choice. Now, come with me, and let's see if there are any forgotten geniuses in the other large cities. By the way..."
