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The Fuyao Palace was very big, and all of the pavilions and pavilions were connected with each other. It took Zhang Ge a long time to make a turn before he arrived at the great hall that he had arrived at yesterday. There was someone guarding the hall.

The main hall had already been set up with many tables and chairs, and there were actually three empty seats on the tall steps. It was likely that the people presiding over the Immortal Sect Meeting this time around were three esteemed immortals, and it was unknown whether or not Xiao Ziyang was present …

As Chang Ge thought about it, he felt a bit lost. Suddenly, the Demonic Gathering Bottle at his waist flashed twice, and she suddenly looked behind her.

He saw a man standing at the door with his back against the light. He had a cane in his hands and his hair was sparse. It seemed like he had reached the prime of his life.

Chang Ge didn't know how to address this person, but due to the etiquette of a junior, she didn't avoid him. Instead, she respectfully bowed. "Junior greets Immortal elder."

The old man seemed to be deaf. He took two shaky steps forward before he chuckled and said: "Little girl, what are you talking about?"

Junior! Greetings, Immortal Elder!

She raised her voice again. As she got closer, she could see that this person was incredibly old. This was the first time she had seen an immortal older than Daoist Xuanqi.

He had heard Le Le mention it before, but as long as one cultivated Upper Immortal, they would be able to live forever, and even live for a thousand years without any problems.

She had already felt helpless for Xuanyuan Qi to only be able to cultivate Upper Immortal at the age of fifty to sixty after seeing that and the others were placed in the ranking list of Upper Immortal at such a young age.

Now that she saw an even older Upper Immortal, she couldn't help but exclaim: I've grown up.

Hehehe.

The old man laughed, a bellows in his throat. "I-I am not some immortal!"

So he wasn't an immortal. No wonder he was so old …

With the principle of respecting the elderly and cherishing the children, when necessary, this young miss of the Prime Minister's family was also very humble, "Then please feel free, this junior will take his leave first."

Unexpectedly, the old man's figure suddenly appeared in front of Chang Ge in a flash. He had a smile on his face and a benevolent expression.

Would it be okay for a girl to accompany this old man for a walk if she had nothing else to do?

Changge originally wanted to refuse, but seeing his extraordinary skills, she knew that even if he wasn't a member of Upper Immortal, he still couldn't be offended. She was hesitating on what to do, but he continued speaking.

This little one has toiled through most of my life in Fuyao Palace, and hasn't had a good look at the scenery of Haoyue Peak yet … Would you like to walk around with me?

Chang Ge made up his mind and went forward to support him. "Then let me help you out. I only arrived yesterday, so I'm not familiar with some roads."

The old man nodded his head in relief and slowly walked out with her. The weather was not bad outside, and everyone who saw them made way for them, politely addressing the old man as Elder Meng.

To Fuyao Palace, Elder Meng was someone who was similar to a butler. Although he was old now, he was still living in the palace.

Zhang Ge had a good plan. Since this person was from the Fuyao Palace, there would definitely be no disciples who would stop her walking around with the old man. Her movements were even more unrestrained now.

After walking for a while, Elder Meng suddenly said, "The people in Fuyao Palace are really careless. They actually let people like you and me in."

Chang Ge's body stiffened and stopped in his tracks. What did you say?

You little girl have a murderous aura, you are either a demon or a devil, logically speaking, they shouldn't have let you in.

Chang Ge was startled, and abruptly let go of his hand. She had obviously concealed her killing intent well, so how could she be seen through by this seemingly benevolent mortal who didn't know any immortal arts?!

Strange? What's so strange about that? The old man coughed dryly: "It was your aura that attracted me to look for you. Actually, we are of the same species …"

"Shua —" Zhang Ge pulled out his Green Edge, and pointed it straight at the old man. Her eyes were burning with anger: "Who's the same kind as you!?" I am not a demon, nor am I a demon! I am human! I have already cultivated the body of Half-immortal!

Oh? The old man didn't seem to be afraid at all. Half-immortal? Hehe, don't Half-immortal have any selfishness? Just now, when you heard that this old man was someone from the Fuyao Palace, you didn't hesitate to come out with this old man. Don't you want to make use of this old man's convenience to properly investigate the secrets of this place?

Nonsense! I, I only helped you out because it was inconvenient for an old man like you. I'm not interested in any secrets, and I won't go investigate them!

Hehe, looks like you don't even want the Yin Yang in and out of Fengdu, the key to opening Yin Yang Realm?

Yin Yang Realm? Fengdu? Devil Lord?

A series of information flashed through Chang Ge's mind. Could it be that the secret protected by the Fuyao Palace was the Yin Yang Command Plate?

Thinking to this point, she put down the sword that was held high in the air: "Don't misunderstand, I am not here to open the Yin Yang Command Plate of the Yin Yang Realm, Spiritual Master Xuanqi is my Grandpa, I came with him."

Hehehe, so who do I think it is? So it's the mysterious old man's disciple. The old man who could not even walk steadily a second ago had already closed in on Gu Changge in the next moment, she grabbed her neck, the old man's withered nails growing like wild grass, instantly pressing on her throat.

Chang Ge jumped in fright, and the sword in her hand clanged against the ground. She only felt a flash before her eyes, and was suddenly captured by this person. In her heart, she couldn't help but have a new understanding of this person.

Who the hell are you?

Old Meng laughed sinisterly: "The way is different. It seems like I have misjudged you, since you are not thinking for my Devil Lord, there is no point in keeping you alive."

Meow! Little Fishy suddenly jumped out from her bosom and bit the old man's wrist with all her might. The old man took a few steps back from the pain.

Damn it! That person flung his life away, not caring that the flesh on his wrist was torn by Little Fishy's sharp teeth. He was about to throw the palm-sized cat away.

Small fish! As soon as Chang Ge saw the sword on the ground, he thrust it at him: I don't care if you are an immortal or a human! You're not allowed to hurt Little Fishy!

The other party did not care about her harmless sword technique. The cat eye in her hand was about to be flung away by him, when suddenly, the sword qi that tore through the air became sharp, and she felt a scorching fire from hell engulfing his shoulders.

In an instant, the arm was cleanly cut off, and the arm carrying Little Fishy was sent flying into the air.

A gale that came from all directions hung the severed arm on a tree. The small fish that was still tightly biting onto it was extremely frightened by this sudden change. All of the hair on its body stood up as it fled away from the severed arm.

The person who lost an arm wasn't able to react to what had happened in that instant. When he saw the young girl's elegant demeanor, he was shocked. This … this doesn't seem like the little girl from before.