A figure suddenly appeared on the top floor balcony where Nie Tian stood. With a shocked expression, he exclaimed, “That’s an eighth grade ice phoenix!”

It was a tall old man with silver hair, his face covered in the furrows of time.

“Grandpa Meng,” Jing Rou said softly.

With a warm smile, the old man nodded and introduced himself to Nie Tian, “Meng Li is my name. I’m an elder of the Divine Seal Sect. Welcome.”

Clearly, he knew who Nie Tian was, ...