Declaring Sovereigns (1)

The fat middle-aged cultivator in front of him was no ordinary person.

It was the ninth qi layer cultivator Chen Daoxuan had met on the way to Yang Linyuan's Zifu Banquet.

He did not expect so many years to have passed.

The other party had finally polished his True Qi to near perfection and was about to reach the critical point of Foundation Establishment.

Chen Daoxuan still remembered that this fat cultivator's name was Zhang Zhixian. His family was good at making spirit talismans.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang,"

Chen Daoxuan stood up with a smile and cupped his hands in greeting." I haven't seen you for many years. How have you been, Fellow Daoist Zhang?""

He looked at the handsome young cultivator in front of him who had a tall figure and was filled with a faint pressure.

Zhang Zhixian didn't dare to associate him with the seventh qi layer cultivator in his memory.

How many years had it been?