Blue sky, white clouds.
Li Xuanfeng and Chen Hai stood upon the clouds, seated across from each other at a cloud-like misty table.
This scene was rather impressive; for someone as proud and arrogant as Li Xuanfeng, hosting him with such a setting made him feel particularly appreciated.
"After these hundreds of years, Chen Hai, what is your current strength?"
A sip of Immortal Tea filled Li Xuanfeng's mouth with a rich flavor, and he nodded in satisfaction.
Putting down the teacup, he looked directly at Chen Hai in front of him and tentatively asked.
For a typical cultivator, even a Daluo Golden Immortal, Li Xuanfeng could clearly discern their strength and realm at a glance.
But Chen Hai was somewhat special, as if countless emotions were converging on him. Looking at him, Li Xuanfeng felt as if there was a layer of veil, making him appear so elusive and difficult to grasp.
