C1771 Palm ground

In the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the immortal gods stood side by side.

None of them were easy people.

After saluting, Wang Shuo sat down in front of him. Since this was the seat of honor for the Jade Emperor, he naturally had to sit as well.

"Wang Shuo, you should have only cultivated for 140 years this year, right?"

The Jade Emperor smiled. "He's very young."

Wang Shuo laughed