Inside the palace hall.
The elder stood up from his cross-legged position and sat down at the desk by himself.
"Master, I'll go prepare the tea." The Heavenly Sword Peak Deacon glanced at the palace hall's door and then said to the elder.
The elder nodded and stroked his graying beard.
The Heavenly Sword Peak Deacon bowed and left.
At that moment, an elder appeared out of thin air at the palace hall's door.
With a single step, as if traversing space, he sat down in the chair next to the elder.
"Elder Tianjian, it's been a long time." The elder smiled and said upon arrival.
"Haha." Elder Tianjian chuckled and said, "Martial artists of our cultivation, spend years in arduous meditation, comprehending the mysteries of heaven and earth."
"During our leisure time, we also guide the younger generation."
"Naturally, there's no time to gather as frequently as we did in our youth."
