At the Holy Zhi Palace, the sunlight sprinkled on the sky stairwell. The legend of the Barren State bathed in its golden glow and walked down the steps. The people of the Barren State were solemn, as if in the presence of the holy.
Ye Futian and the others walked down, and the white-haired youth was more extraordinary in his aura. He looked at the immense crowd underneath, and said to Saint Xia, Saint Li, and the rest of the people next to him, "Please sit down, honorable seniors." Saint Xia, Glass Saint and the rest then sat, and Ye Futian and other people from the palace also sat in their own seats. The Holy Zhi Palace in Barren State was the host, so it was natural that its people were sitting in the middle.
