The azure cloud at the horizon not only overwhelmed the entire Qi Sect.
In the distant towns at the foot of the mountain, all cultivators bowed and chanted in unison, "We welcome Qingfeng Zhenren."
The moment that azure cloud swooped over, it immediately captured everyone's attention.
"He seems to be heading towards us."
Zhu Jue struggled to maintain the composure of his Golden Body, while Wu Dao'an felt his Yin God beginning to flutter, his voice trembling as he said, "Actually… actually, we are somewhat on the same level as him."
Great Qian and Wutong Mountain are allies.
The temple hosts are the chief seats beneath the Ancestor.
There are only four on rotation.
Qingfeng Zhenren is merely the twelfth disciple of Wutong Mountain Ancestor.
By this comparison, what Wu Dao'an said did have some merit.
"Then could you stop trembling?"
Zhu Jue looked at him helplessly, "Look at Junior Brother Shen, how calm he is."
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