This elder, appearing to be in his sixties, clad in coarse hemp clothing with dust still upon him, seemed from a distance to be an ordinary old farmer with nothing extraordinary about him.
Yet wherever he went, the splendid and unmatched formation of Heaven Mandate Hall seemed like mere decoration and served no purpose.
"A master!"
Qian Yuhuan's pupils suddenly contracted.
Without thinking, it was clear that the old man's strength far exceeded imagination.
Galaxy Realm pinnacle? Or even… higher?
What was such a person doing here?
A surge of panic flooded his heart.
Knowing that facing such a master meant maintaining the formation was not only useless but also disdainful, Qian Yuhuan reached into the air and a token materialized, and with his power imbued, the magnificent formation gradually faded away.
By then the old man had already come within twenty meters of them, curiously inquiring about the people around.
