"Greetings, Master."

Chen Qingyuan stood beside Dugu Changkong, bowing respectfully towards the Old Monk. As a junior, paying respects to the Old Monk wouldn't raise any suspicion among the powerful figures of the world, only suggesting that their relationship was unusual.

The Old Monk gave Chen Qingyuan a gentle smile, his expression kind and benevolent.

Although Dugu Changkong appeared to be doing nothing, he sat high on the platform while the Holy Lords of the Imperial Province's sects stood below, which spoke volumes.