After chatting with Lan Xi for more than half an hour, a tall, thin middle-aged man finally arrived at the private room.
Before the person even reached the room, Yang Zhenshan rose to his feet. When the knock on the door came, he personally went to open it. Seeing the person outside, he clasped his hands in a bow, "Yang Zhenshan of the Yang family greets Senior Qi He!"
Qi He appeared to be in his forties, tall and thin, with a long face and prominent eye bags, but his expression looked quite kind.
"Yang Zhenshan, haha, I've heard of you. White Cloud True Monarch mentioned you to me!"
Qi He entered the room, and Lan Xi quickly saluted and said, "Greetings, Martial Uncle!"
"Have a seat!" Qi He nodded, inviting Yang Zhenshan to sit down.
The three of them sat down again, with the junior Lan Xi obediently pouring tea and water for the two Golden Core cultivators.
Qi He studied Yang Zhenshan for a moment, "Where is White Cloud?"
