Huang Xiaolong finally saw with his own eyes the person known as the strongest genius in the overseas cultivators' world today, the peerless prodigy Nangong Hong.
He was a young man dressed in a plain long robe, not yet thirty, walking through the air as if strolling leisurely in a courtyard. With every step he took, the air beneath his feet would solidify, blooming into a lotus flower.
With each step, a lotus was born!
His gaze, much like that of a deity, made the nature's spiritual energy of any location follow behind him as he walked, as if he were a born sovereign. His aura was disdainful towards the world, spanning all directions, proudly insufferable, akin to an emperor on an inspection tour. He also seemed to attract everyone's attention. At this moment, his presence caused the vast area, even the entire Xueyu Island, to fall into a solemn quiet. Everyone was watching him, even the powerful individuals within the bronze ancient halls were no exception.
