The immortals of the Forge-Heaven Gate shared messages with each other:
"This disciple has quite the presence, facing us without any sign of distress."
"He must have seen great challenges before."
Once Li Ping'an had returned to the main hall of the Yuan Sect;
Mo Yunshen spoke out loud, "A mere Merge True disciple, how could he aspire to lead the Wanyun Sect?"
"Heh heh heh."
Suddenly, a light laughter arose.
An old crone dressed in a wide robe, leaning on a cane, stood atop the clouds, gazing at the people of the Forge-Heaven Gate with a gentle look.
Her Golden Immortal pressure wasn't evident, but with just a glance, she made all the immortals in the sky dare not make a move.
