Ten thousand banished immortals.
100,000 Dharma Idols, stepping into the peak.
"It's time for the ten thousand banished immortals to be released," Braydon Neal said softly as he walked out.
"What did you say?"
Scipio Langdon turned around, confused.
"It's fine," Braydon chuckled.
The two of them led Rusty Neal into the bustling hall outside.
"Great Pavilion Master, we're here!" an elder announced in a deep voice.
The Lotus Feather Pavilion had only one Great Pavilion Master—Scipio, leader of the five pavilion masters.
Everyone fell silent, their eyes fixed on the entrance.
With Elder Juntenen absent, Scipio was the only tenth level powerhouse present.
"Haha, sorry to keep you waiting!" Scipio laughed loudly.
"Congratulations, Pavilion Master Langdon, for reaching the tenth level," the leaders of various factions said, smiling and bowing in respect.
