Xuanzhen didn't keep them waiting for long. Four days later, he walked out of the palace.
Clad in a green Daoist robe, holding a horsetail whisk, his complexion was rosy, with a white beard and hair. At a glance, he absolutely had an immortal demeanor.
However, when he smiled, he exuded a bit of a carefree and unrestrained aura.
"Hahaha, this humble Daoist, Xuanzhen, greets fellow Daoists!"
"Congratulations, Daoist Xuanzhen!" Yun Xiao, Lin Qihe, and Qing Niu stepped forward to offer their congratulations.
"Thank you, thank you. Eh, where is Yang Zhenjun?" Xuanzhen didn't see Yang Zhenshan and couldn't help but ask.
The person he most wanted to see at the moment was Yang Zhenshan. He wanted to flaunt his achievement in front of Yang Zhenshan.
Haha, this humble Daoist is also a Golden Core Cultivator now. Let's see how you can boast in front of me from now on!
That was probably his thought process.
