"Good news?"
Li Chang'an wore a smile, looking completely unguarded.
He waved his hand grandly.
Several glints of Spiritual Light flew out from his Storage Pouch, transforming into a Jade Table, pastries, and Spirit Tea.
"Daoist Xie, and you three Daoists from the Cyan Cloud Sect, if it's good news, please come down and tell me the details."
"Very well!"
Xie Jiang nodded and landed in the courtyard with the other three.
His expression was impassive as his eyes swept over the surroundings, taking in the layout of Changqing Mountain.
Then, the five of them sat around the Jade Table.
Xie Jiang, looking amicable, was the first to speak.
"Daoist Li, you've lived on the Cui Ping Mountain Spirit Vein for so many years, you could be considered one of the Cyan Cloud Sect's own."
Hearing this, Li Chang'an took a sip of his Spirit Tea and said nothing.
