Villa Lord Yi and great master Liu were among them. Seeing the reverent gazes of the surrounding crowd, Ling Chuxi finally understood how high Liu Wuyan's status in the alchemy world was. She secretly rejoiced in her heart that she had not been soft-hearted and accepted him as a disciple. Otherwise, if this matter were to spread, it would really be a tall tree attracting the wind. She did not know how many people would look at her with strange gazes.
The old man walking at the very front had white hair and a ruddy complexion. He had the air of an immortal. When Ling Chuxi looked at this person, she actually felt as if she was looking at a thousand miles of clouds and mist. At the same time, she could also feel a strange kind of accumulation of heaven and earth.
This accumulation of heaven and earth was completely different from Villa head Yi's unfathomable profoundness. It was a bit like the special spiritual accumulation from spiritual herbs and spiritual pills.
