Lu Qingfeng leaped down, the Five-colored Flying Phoenix landing beside him.
Looking forward, there were quite a few familiar faces.
"Fellow Daoists, it has been a long time since we last met."
Lu Qingfeng cupped his hands in greeting, a smile on his face.
"..."
The crowd looked towards Lu Qingfeng, silent for a moment.
About fifty to sixty years ago, when Lu Qingfeng first arrived in the Changqing Realm, relying on his superior cultivation, he traveled across the seven nations, wandering around one Spiritual Mountain after another, cunningly snatching many True Skills.
It was common for him to engage in fierce battles.
Even after a lapse of one cycle (ten years), the memory was still a face-losing affair.
Seeing the expressions of the crowd, Lu Qingfeng didn't take it to heart.
