"A puppet?"
The胖师兄 (Pàng Shīxiōng - Fatty Senior Brother) looked confused.
"It's a puppet from the Qi Sect. Its cultivation and design indicate it must be a product of the Qi Sect," the junior brother stated confidently.
At this moment, they heard the sound of applause.
"Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect the gatekeepers of the Misty Immortal Palace to have such keen eyes. You actually recognized that this is a puppet from my Qi Sect," Qi Tian said, slowly emerging from the side. He beckoned with his finger, and the puppet glided to his side.
"Go inform them. Tell them Qi Tian has come to pay his respects," Qi Tian said, flipping himself onto his puppet's shoulder, hands clasped behind his back. "Otherwise, I'll just go in myself."
Qi Tian?!
The prodigy of the Qi Sect! The Young Sect Master!
Furthermore, they had heard that this person was capable of leading the Qi Sect to unprecedented heights!
What was he doing at the Misty Immortal Palace?
"Please wait a moment, Senior Brother Qi," the 胖师兄 hurriedly said. He then mobilized his entire cultivation and rushed inside to deliver the message.
"Is this how primitive things are done?"
Seeing the 胖师兄 practically scrambling inside, Qi Tian frowned and said in disbelief, "Ever since that incident, not only has your Misty Immortal Palace's overall cultivation declined, but even your methods of communication have become so rudimentary? You don't still use things like bonfires for messages, do you? Or perhaps your long-distance voice transmissions are not well-practiced?"
Qi Tian spoke with incomprehension.
What era was this? These two, let alone having video calls, couldn't they at least have a mobile phone each? A simple call would suffice.
Qi Tian sighed. Fortunately, he was in the Qi Sect and not the Misty Immortal Palace. Otherwise, he would feel life was not worth living.
And they called this an Immortal Palace?
"Replying to Senior Brother, it's like this. Lately, Master and the others are mostly in the meeting room, and our long-distance voice transmissions cannot penetrate the meeting room," the junior brother explained.
"Oh, I see." Qi Tian said this, but disappointment still lingered in his eyes.
Indeed, it was still the most archaic long-distance voice transmission. He surmised that their meeting room probably didn't even have a landline.
As for Wi-Fi, it was even less likely. These gatekeeping disciples, apart from their cultivation, perhaps their only forms of entertainment were… playing cards? Chatting? Peeking at senior sisters and junior sisters bathing?
That would be truly pitiful.
As Qi Tian pondered, he thought about whether he should help the Ning family later and cripple all the people of the Misty Immortal Palace. Such a place only needed a few legacies to be preserved. Ideally, the management should be changed, and the place should be thoroughly renovated, equipped with modern facilities, or perhaps some special items from the Qi Sect could be brought over.
The current Misty Immortal Palace was too backward, too uninteresting.
He was already starting to regret agreeing to Lin Xiao to come here.
About ten minutes later, just as Qi Tian was getting bored and preparing to have his puppet carry him in, the 胖师兄 returned with someone.
"Nephew-disciple Qi Tian, what wind has blown you here?" Accompanying the 胖师兄 was a middle-aged man in a Daoist robe. He possessed a certain immortal aura, with his hair tied high in a bun and a whisk in his hand, giving him an imposing appearance.
"Ah, Uncle-Master He. I've recently developed some new gadgets, and ordinary people are not suitable for testing them. So, I've come to your Misty Immortal Palace to see if anyone is willing to lend a hand."