"The Azure Mountain Sacred Land, at last!"

Lu Changsheng brought the flying boat down and led the group into the Azure Mountain Sacred Land.

"May I ask, are you the disciples and Martial Saints of the Heavenly River Sacred Land?"

The Azure Mountain Sacred Land had sent a Martial Saint to receive them. He swept his gaze across the group and settled it on Lu Changsheng, who clearly appeared to be the leader of the group. 

"We have not met before, Fellow Daoist. How should I address you?" asked the Martial Saint of the Azure Mountain Sacred Land. 

"Lu Changsheng from the Heavenly River Sacred Land."

The Martial Saint frowned slightly. "Lu Changsheng?"

Although he did not recognize Lu Changsheng, the name did ring a bell. Still, even after searching his memory, he could not recall any Martial Saints in the Heavenly River Sacred Land that went by that name. 

A Martial Saint newly advanced in the past few years, perhaps? But how can a newly advanced Martial Saint lead a delegation to the Sacred Land Exchange Convention?

At this, Elder Feng...