Scored a lucky hit

The three-eyed young man stared daggers at Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang sat obediently opposite him, the Impregnable Holy City shining brilliantly behind him.

"Master, you have been slapped in the face," the eyeball-looking butler said softly. Then, it brought out its umbrella again.

The torrential rain that had just stopped poured down once more.

Dark clouds covered the sky of the world behind the wooden door.

The eyeball-looking butler skillfully opened the umbrella, not letting a single droplet hit its body.

The three-eyed young man looked at Song Shuhang and said, "Can't you ever follow normal procedures?"

When it came to newly-ascended Venerables, the first thing that they would do was to enter a state of meditation to consolidate their realm. After that, they would sharpen their mind and recall their deepest memories. It would then take a year to several years for them to construct their personal illusory reality.