The actions of the sword cultivators put everyone on high alert.
But among the seats occupied by the ordinary disciples of the Spiritual Leaf Sect who had come to watch the ceremony, all at the Foundation Establishment level, there sat a young man in plain clothes with a slight frown on his face, appearing somewhat bewildered.
His appearance was very common, and his cultivation level was nothing special.
Logically, as an ordinary disciple, he should have avoided such matters, yet he felt an unusual fury boiling within him.
It was like his own home had been demolished.
"You... how dare you."
He raised his head towards the sky, his expression growing more vacant, as a strange, purple-gold halo of light suddenly flickered in his eyes.
That light, which seemed as supreme as the heavenly glow, instantly triggered an uprising of spirit Qi, causing the originally calm dream realm to become tumultuous.
