A black wooden plank rested upon the table.
The elder from the Taoist Palace gestured, and the board instantly flew to hover before him.
"It's actually the True Void White Moon Slash Secret Tome!"
The elder exclaimed with emotion.
Tu Fusheng burst into laughter, stroking his beard, "Indeed, this is part of my collection, unfit for public display. Now, I'm donating it to the Taoist Palace, hoping that you will take good care of my junior."
"Most certainly," the elder from the Taoist Palace replied, "Elder Tu, you have long been a famous master..."
A draft blew through the hall.
Outside the hall, rows of lush green spiritual plants swayed back and forth, emitting a faint spiritual mist that the wind swept into the great hall, creating a light haze at the foot of the space.
—As if in a realm of immortals.
Shen Ye listened silently to the conversation between the two, his gaze sweeping the surroundings, swiftly ascertaining the current moment.