But what he never expected was that he couldn't even enter the gate of Mount Qingping.
"Ah, let me do it~"
Yi Chen sat inside the blessed boat, drinking with Lin Luo. Witnessing this scene, he could only helplessly sigh and, with a flash, left the boat.
The cultivators only saw the sudden appearance of a burly Taoist figure, standing in midair, facing Mount Qingping and declaring, "Yi Chengzi seeks an audience with Qingping True Monarch!"
There was no need to announce his sect; the simple three words "Yi Chengzi" sufficed.
Compared to others, Yi Chen's method of calling at the gate seemed particularly plain.
"Yet another one boasting grandly; so many seniors haven't made Qingping True Monarch appear, and you think you, Yi Cheng… what! The Great Qin National Master Yi Chengzi???" The man in the black robe first sneered, then, as if remembering something, his leopard eyes nearly bulged out.