Jiang Hao pondered for a moment and smiled, "White Cloud Palace, Gu Jin."
"White Cloud Palace?" The middle-aged man's brow furrowed as he said, "Where are the people from White Cloud Palace? Are they not from your sect?"
In the past, Jiang Hao might have been concerned, but since these people's strongest ranks were at the Vast Heaven Platform, and not a single Human Emperor among them, he naturally didn't need to worry too much.
Even if the people from White Cloud Palace said he was not one of theirs, it didn't matter.
If he said he was, then he was.
Soon, an elderly man with the appearance of youthful features but white hair and an air of authority walked out.
His cultivation at the Immortal Ascension Platform was quite impressive.
Looking at Jiang Hao with a slight frown, he asked, "Which palace's disciple are you?"
"Inner disciple," Jiang Hao replied with a smile.
The elder's frown deepened as he asked, "Whose disciple are you?"