"Old Wu, long time no see."
As soon as Song Haiyun, the Supreme Elder of the Hall of Sea Gods, walked into the hall, he shouted at Wu Qingshan.
Then, Song Haiyun saw Zuo Deyuan and asked, "Old Zuo, you're here too?"
Zuo Deyuan, the ancestor of the Yunxian Sect, snorted coldly through his nose. He harbored a strong dislike for Song Haiyun. A hundred years ago, Zuo Deyuan and Song Haiyun almost clashed because Zuo Deyuan couldn't stand the arrogant aura Song Haiyun exuded.
Wu Qingshan hurriedly spoke up to ease the atmosphere and said, "Old Song, why aren't you staying put in your Hall of Sea Gods? What are you doing here on my Sunset Island? I know your current Sect Master's term is about to end. I bet you won't sit still."
Song Haiyun waved his hand with a smile and said, "Old Wu, we've known each other for many years, haven't we? Would you be interested in lending me a hand? Once it's all over, I'll make sure you receive a satisfying reward."
