Watching the beauty who walked in, Zhao Sheng collected his thoughts, his face calm and undisturbed.
"Taoist Zhao, we parted years ago; I never thought we would meet again in the Spirit Palace!" Wang Yingling's tone was very emotional, but upon closer inspection, there was a hint of resentment in her words.
"Heh heh! Zhao also did not expect that after hiding for decades, you people would eventually find him," Zhao Sheng shook his head with a wry smile on his face.
Wang Yingling's Spiritual Eyes shimmered as she scrutinized Zhao Sheng intently.
At that moment, she faintly sensed that his strength was not low; he had at least reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
The speed of Zhao Sheng's cultivation progression far exceeded Wang Yingling's imagination.
Upon thinking of the pure bloodline within his body, she felt a wave of regret.