In just a few breaths.
Shen Xuan, riding the Silver-Horned Celestial Horse, rapidly flew from the depths of the sky, quickly arriving beside Immortal Bai Lian.
"Bai Lian, long time no see."
"Fellow Daoist Shen, long time no see."
The two exchanged casual greetings.
They smiled at each other.
Their tone was calm.
At this moment, Immortal Bai Lian was acting Patriarch of the Zhou Family.
In front of the clan members, she had to maintain her demeanor.
And Shen Xuan was already a rightful direct disciple of a True Master.
Likewise, he had a prestigious status.
Not having seen each other for ten years, they greeted each other like ordinary friends.
Shen Xuan glanced at the slightly languid Red-winged Snake.
A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He gazed at the army of demon cultivators opposite.
Shen Xuan's smile grew wider.
At this time, Wu Yulan held the Female and Male Demon Swords, not moving from her spot, her expression shifting.
