Within the Penglai Immortal Island Minor World.
Spiritual energy fills the air, resembling a dreamlike fairyland, a place where the strong from all clans gather, yet undercurrents flow, permeating the space with a subtle tension.
Canglan Yutian stands with hands behind his back, a smile full upon his face, yet in others' eyes, this smile holds a deeper meaning and sharpness, his gaze akin to an arrow piercing straight at Xue Tu.
As he speaks, his voice like a giant bell, his words echo slowly in this space enveloped by spiritual power: "Xue Tu, my friend, it has been a while. Look at this Immortal Realm, how the winds of change stir, many great clans rising and falling over time, truly makes one sigh in amazement."
