"...cough cough... His name is Qi Yuan," said Jiang Ruhua, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
After all, now in this world, who doesn't know that Qi Yuan eliminated the great calamity.
It was quite embarrassing that his son-in-law shared the same name.
Upon hearing this, even though Wang Lingtong was a Venerable, his heartbeat violently surged in that moment.
He forcefully looked toward the stairs in front of him, only to see a figure clad in a long, blood-red robe slowly descending, their feet tapping on the stairs, producing a tapping sound.
A woman wearing a plain robe, Jiang Lingsu, was holding onto that figure's arm, her eyes brimming with unstoppable joy.
All the cultivators present, who were drinking at that moment, set down their cups and silently rose to their feet.
In the tavern, only the rustling sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs could be heard.