"Ah, Brother Zhou, about the Seventh Senior Brother's Longevity Gift, we..." Five True Disciples immediately got startled, "We've all been held up because of an event...."
"What? You guys got held up? Don't you know, this time is the most honorable moment in the Seventh Senior Brother's Hundred-Year Celebration? Numerous disciples of our Starfield Sect came to wish him well, you guys were out for so long, and you did not even bring back an impressive Longevity Gift, this is simply courting death." Slap slap slap slap slap! A starlight condensed into a palm and flew out, hitting each of these five True Disciples in the face: "You are truly a bunch of wastes, it's for nothing that I usually train you guys like that. Hmm? Who is outside?"
The one who flew out with his heavenly starlight palm was a tall and thin middle-aged man, dressed in a feather robe and star crown, with a gaze like an eagle, and a slight murderous look in his eyebrows and eyes.
