Misty Mountain, at the gate of the Sect.
Gazing upon Chu Yuan, his body radiating golden light, as if he were the supreme being of heaven and earth.
Di Wusheng was momentarily spellbound.
It was his first time witnessing such an aura.
Different from the Sword Immortal, Ye Luo.
In his eyes, Chu Yuan seemed like the Firmament itself.
Lofty and supreme, his terrifying majesty instilled fear in the hearts of mortals.
"When I address you, are you deaf to my words?"
Chu Yuan frowned in impatience as Di Wusheng took too long to respond, prompting another question.
The query snapped Di Wusheng back to reality, and he knelt down in a panic.
"Respected Master, your disciple was just lost in thought, please forgive me!"
Di Wusheng stated in a voice filled with dread.
In his alarm, he even forgot his tendency to stutter.
