Chapter 1600: Spent Ten Thousand Years? (1/2)

Jiang Hong nodded to indicate that he had understood. Master’s soul force was extremely powerful, it was as easy as lifting a finger for his divine sense to cover tens of millions li radius. Hence Jiang Hong was not surprised at all when Li Tong told him that the Master had sent him to greet them.

Although he had surpassed the Emperor Realm, compared to Master, he was still too far behind.

“Let’s go see Master now.” said Jiang Hong.

“Yes, Senior Brother.” Li Tong and the others complied.

As for Huang Xiaolong, Li Lu, and the others’ identities, Li Tong did not dare to ask further. Even though he could be considered as half a steward on the Grandmist Lands, at the end of the day, he was only a steward. Whereas Jiang Hong was the King of Grandmist’s personal disciple, and it was not an exaggeration to say that Jiang Hong was the Grandmist Lands’ young lord.

Still, curiosity was bubbling inside Li Tong’s chest, why did Jiang Hong bring this group of people to the Grandmist Lands? In so many years, Jiang Hong had only brought his personal disciple Liu Rui here.

Who was this black-haired young man exactly?

Also, Li Tong had a vague feeling that cow by the black-haired young man’s side looked familiar, but he could not pinpoint where he had seen such a cow.

Huang Xiaolong and the rest followed Jiang Hong’s lead, flying towards one of the mountain peaks.

Along the way, some spiritual beasts approached Huang Xiaolong’s group, and they curiouslyscrutinized Huang Xiaolong, Li Lu, and the others with their big spirited eyes.

Upon seeing these spiritual beasts, the little guy Earth Bear ran around in excitement, raising his paw to greet them.

Huang Xiaolong felt powerless looking at the little guy’s antics.

A while later, the large group descended on one of the mountain peaks.

“The scenery here is beautiful.” Yao Chi exclaimed as she admired the surrounding views.

Every mountain, rock, tree, flower, and grass here gave people a comfortable feeling, regardless where they looked; the scenic beauty was mesmerizing.

“After so many years, this place remains the same.” The little cow sighed as she looked around, sounding melancholic.

Revisiting this place after several hundred million years, the little cow had a feeling that time was separated by two lifetimes.

Then again, her experience could indeed be considered as two lifetimes.

Li Tong and the others were stunned listening to the little cow sigh. Has this cow come here before? Li Tong couldn’t help taking a closer look at the little cow.

“The Grandmist Palace is just right in front.” Jiang Hong pointed to the front as he introduced smilingly to Huang Xiaolong. Then led Huang Xiaolong’s group flying towards the palace.

Huang Xiaolong was nervous, so was Li Lu, Yao Chi, Xiang Xun, the Chaos Black Camel, Lei Budong, and Feng Chen.

Even though Lei Budong and Feng Chen had lived inside the Barbarians’ space for their lifetime, still, both of them had heard of the King of Grandmist from outsiders who had stumbled into the space.

Some time later, the group finally arrived in front of the Grandmist Palace.

The Grandmist Palace seemed like an ordinary palace on the surface, and there were several hundred sub-palaces. Above the main palace building, someone had written the words ‘Grandmist Palace’ with finger force.

Huang Xiaolong glanced at the two words ‘Grandmist Palace’ and felt a rush of profound mysterious aura coming at him.

Although it was a simple glance, the shock it gave Huang Xiaolong reached his soul.

In the meantime, Jiang Hong had already walked through the palace’s doors. Seeing this, Huang Xiaolong pulled back his attention and quickly caught up with Jiang Hong.

The moment Huang Xiaolong stepped into the palace, he saw more than a dozen people sitting on the hall's floor in an orderly manner. Right at the other end of the hall was an old man who looked like he was in his seventies, with robust complexion, bright spirited eyes, and a rounded nose.

The old man had a slight bit of a goatee with a physique that was neither tall nor fat, and he was walking leisurely as he preached. His voice was unhurried, yet it carried a kind of allure that one couldn’t help listening, even if they didn’t want to.

This old man was the King of Grandmist? His Master!?