It wasn't even ten minutes before a golden-robed man was dragged into the inner hall by two men locking him up in a birdcage made up of soul force.
His attire appeared to be immaculately tailored, with rich, intricate patterns and designs embroidered in gold thread, accentuating the exquisite craftsmanship of the robe.
His eyes, topaz in color, sparkle with a warm and inviting glow, drawing one into his captivating gaze. His straight eyebrows were perfectly arched, adding a touch of refinement and elegance to his features.
However, the women viewed him with a strange gaze, feeling somewhat disturbed, not because he was trapped like a bird in a birdcage but because there was something odd about him that pulled on their womanly strings.
"A newly ascended cultivator with an Exquisite Nine Yang Body at the Immortal Grade. Kill him…"
"Wait… wait!"
The golden-robed man raised his hands, appearing like he was asking for time to explain himself.
