Su Qing sat cross-legged before a table of just the right height.
"Fellow Daoist Su."
"Long time no see."
The Foundation Establishment Cultivator next to him, a middle-aged man, smiled and greeted Su Qing.
"Long time no see, Fellow Daoist Li."
The Foundation Establishment Cultivator beside him was a man named Li Wendao. He was all smiles, dressed in a Magic Robe, with his long hair tied up by a simple hairpin. Wrinkles were already forming at the corners of his eyes.
He was said to be the only Tier Two Rune Master on the island.
"Fellow Daoist Su, you're still in your prime, as spirited as ever. What about the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sacred Land? You don't want to go?"
Su Qing chuckled, shook his head, and said, "No. I'll pass on the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sacred Land. I'm too used to my undisciplined ways."
"But why aren't you going, Fellow Daoist Li?"
