Two days later.
Heavenly Cry Mountain.
A streak of earthy yellow light cut through the endless sky.
One moment it was on the horizon, the next it appeared at the mountain peak.
As the yellow light broke, a middle-aged man appearing to be in his forties slowly descended, dressed in a yellow robe, his face stern.
"Greetings, Master Xia!" A woman clad in a purple dress, with a slender waist, hair down to her waist, and skin like frozen jade, saw Xia Xuanyan appear and immediately saluted.
"Every time I see the Hierarch's form and appearance, it always feels quite incongruous."
The woman smiled softly, the figure of a young maiden paired with a face full of wrinkles appeared even more discordant, but her voice, however, was as ethereal as a young girl's: "Master Xia's methods are extraordinary, preserving youth eternally, how could this old body possibly match Master Xia's heavenly means, barely maintaining physical youth."
