Half a month passed, Qingscale Pavilion.
Shen Long sat at the main seat, with Wang Yuan, Qingyuan Taoist, and a tall man in a green robe sitting nearby, talking and laughing.
With the status of a Dao Pill Master, Shen Long quickly integrated into the circle of Golden Immortal cultivators, getting acquainted with many of them.
"So Taoist Friend Qian comes from the Ancient Cloud Continent. I've been there myself,"
the man in the green robe said with a smile.
Lin Cen, Mid-Stage Golden Immortal, hailing from the Ziyang Sect.
"If it weren't for being dragged into the conflict between the Hengshan Sect and the Jinling Tribe, I would have come here sooner,"
Shen Long said.
"So, Taoist Friend Qian has crossed paths with Golden Immortal cultivators of the Jinling Tribe before?"
Qingyuan Taoist asked curiously.
"Not exactly. I've dealt with Golden Immortal cultivators from the subsidiary forces of the Jinling Tribe, killing two of them,"
Shen Long said calmly.
