The vast Divine Land was not as quiet as it looked.
The messages Su Ming sent attracted the attention of all the old monsters in the Divine Land.
Jian Wushuang and Jian Nantian stopped on a mountain outside Sword-suppression Valley.
Since they knew they could not shake off Marquis Zizhong and Marquis Xuefeng, the father and son gave up running.
After a while, a towering figure arrived.
He was a benevolent-looking white-robed elder, who looked as if he had bathed in sunshine and was covered by a saintly halo.
A stream of affable aura radiated from him.
It gave the surrounding experts a feeling as if their faces were being caressed by their mothers.
The aura was so overwhelming that all the Sword Principle experts lost the courage to resist.
"This man!"
Though Blind Emperor was blind, he still recognized the elder using his mind.
"Holy Ancestor!" Blind Emperor ground out.
