In the imperial palace, the Xia Emperor and the four immortal sect leaders fidgeted uncomfortably—neither sitting nor standing felt appropriate. Despite all their meetings, they had never encountered such a situation.

Lu Yang occupied the seat designated for the Dao-Seeking Sect Leader, while Yun Zhi stood behind him like a subordinate.

With Yun Zhi standing, who dared sit?

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy dared.

After all, the invitation is for me, the acting sect leader. As the leader of the Five Ancient Immortals, what’s wrong with me sitting here? Even sitting on the imperial throne would be perfectly normal.

Staying in his mental space, Lu Yang wasn’t as nonchalant as the Everlasting Immortal Fairy.

The imperial capital was the largest, most prosperous city and nexus of power on the Central Continent, constantly drawing countless...