At the venue of the Feast of Ziyun.
Above the high platform, a youth was suspended in midair with his hands behind his back.
Dressed in garments as white as snow, he had a dashing appearance and an extraordinary elegance. At the moment, he was looking down from above at Chen Dandan, who was about to leave the stage.
In that instant, that voice of his, which seemed to possess magical powers, successfully attracted the attention of everyone present at the same time that it suppressed all the noise at the venue.
"After three years... Chen Dandan, is that the mere extent of your progress?"
The crowd looked in the direction of the voice. When they saw clearly the youth's appearance, the Primal Core adepts led by Ci Xuan of the Divine Light Sect and Lord Tuo Jin smiled bitterly. Apart from them, the remaining people collectively narrowed their eyes.
"A Primal Core adept?"
