Hearing Qing He’s elaborate introduction, Yun Mengmeng finally remembered what she was supposed to do. She quickly knelt and kowtowed.

“Your subject pays respects to Your Exalted Majesty!”

With Her Exalted Majesty making her entrance before strangers, as the Minister of Rites, I must put on a proper display.

But since Scribe Qing He beat me to it, all I can do is shout a few lines.

Everyone present was stunned by the Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s appearance. Yun Zhi was the only exception. She quietly continued picking up food with her chopsticks, savoring her good sister’s cooking.

The Taciturn Daoist Priest had to admit that he had also fantasized about having an ancient beast sealed within him in his youth. As someone who had gone through the same experience, he had assumed it was perfectly normal for Lu Yang to imagine there was an immortal within him. After all, he was at that age.

Never would...