1242 Luck Suppression Heavenly Palace

Above the vast sea of clouds, a person was standing still, looking at the clouds move as he remained silent.

This person wore an azure-gold suit of armor, his beard extended to his chest, he was a muscular man with an old appearance, it was South Desolation Immortal.

"I, Yao Huang, pay respects to Lord South Desolation!" A figure emerged, it was Yao tribe's first supreme elder, rank eight Gu Immortal Yao Huang.

South Desolation Immortal turned around and said while smiling: "We are both rank eights, just treat me as a friend, no need to be so polite."

Yao Huang bowed reverently: "In terms of cultivation level, Lord South Desolation, you are far beyond me. In terms of seniority, I am a descendant of countless generations below you, how can I be so rude?"