Above the hall, silver-white light poured down like the Milky Way, and then a figure gradually appeared. Of all the people present, only Ling Chuxi was standing. Everyone else was half-kneeling to welcome the heavenly divination sect's ancestral master. Ling Chuxi stood alone and seemed a little out of place.
Gong junxue saw this scene and sneered in her heart. Ling Chuxi was in big trouble this time for being so disrespectful to the patriarch of the heaven divination sect. His eyes were filled with undisguisable hatred and gloating. He had been badly conned by Ling Chuxi, especially today when he had lost all his face. How could he not hate her?
Everyone lowered their heads respectfully and did not look at the appearance of the heavenly divination sect's ancestral master. They did not dare to look up for fear of blaspheming the faith in their hearts.
Ling Chuxi did not have such concerns. She just stared at the figure in the hall that was gradually becoming clearer.
