Yan Duo shook his head and said, "If that's the case, Zhenxiang, go and order the banquet to begin."
Yan Zhenxiang replied, "Understood."
He was about to instruct the fairies to start the music when, from above the clouds, a streak of sword light tore through the sky and arrived outside the golden ship in an instant. As the tunneling light dispersed, a young Daoist of extraordinary bearing emerged, standing with auspicious clouds beneath his feet and his Daoist robe fluttering gracefully, heading straight for the colorful silk-adorned archway.
Witnessing the sword escape light slicing through the atmosphere, both Yan Duo and his son were taken aback. Yan Duo, unsure due to his lack of interaction with sword cultivators, saw the young Daoist stride forward and hastily approached with caution, cupping his hands in greeting, "Please forgive my poor eyesight, may I ask which fellow Daoist is gracing our sect with your presence?"
