809 The Netherworld's... Three Prisons

"Ancient Jade Saint Sovereign, long time no see. How are you doing?"

The old woman held her staff, standing at her spot. She lifted her face, which was wrinkled and senile, having been through the various hardships of life.

Floating in the sky, the Ancient Jade Saint Sovereign's entire body radiated light, making him look like a deity descending to the world. Wisps of bright light from the formation twirled around him. The formation's sonorous booming released turbulent energy fluctuations.

"Granny Mo… You've grown old." The Ancient Jade Saint Sovereign looked as delicate as a piece of jade, no different from a young man in his twenties.

His eyes were gleaming as he looked down at the old woman, who was lifting her head to face him. With a gleam filled with complexity, he couldn't help but talk to her.