Outside were those of slightly lesser power, and further out it was the same.
By the time they reached the outermost edge, they were all ordinary cultivators, among whom there were many with haggard faces and worn clothes, clearly poverty-stricken disciples.
In comparison, the appearance of Xue An and Xing Yushu did not attract anyone's attention.
Because everyone was focused on the high platform in the distance.
At that moment, a lucky cloud descended from the sky, landing directly on the high platform.
Once the cloud dissipated, there visibly stood a middle-aged man dressed in a gold-edged Taoist robe, radiant with vitality, yet his eyes and brows could not hide his arrogance.
Behind him were several respectful young Taoist attendants.
Such an aura made this man catch everyone's attention as soon as he appeared.
The crowd then started to stir slightly, beginning to whisper and discuss amongst themselves.
