Chapter 55: Discussing the Tao While Sitting

Atop the Guanlan Pavilion.

In the top-floor private room enveloped by a mysterious barrier and a formation, a revered elder from the cultivation community of the East Continent was lost in nostalgia.

Directly below in a window-adjacent seat, a tall and thin old Taoist appeared silently, settling effortlessly by the window.

The old Taoist's form seemed to exist outside the painting, as if devoid of any cultivation realm, seamlessly blending with his environment.

When he appeared, two maids were leading a group of over a dozen Wei Yuan Sect Immortals and disciples past the spot, none aware that someone had suddenly joined their midst.

The old Taoist leisurely rolled up the wide sleeves of his Daoist robe, and from within a flower basket, he pinched a tiny teacup, no larger than a grain of rice.