While Lin Xuan was astonished, how could those Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monsters present not be muttering to themselves as well?
Someone Nailong True Person would personally come out to welcome needed no thought at all; they knew he had to be extraordinary. Who would have thought that when it came down to it, the ones he brought back would actually be two Spirit Division–level Little Fellows?
This was a hundred and eight thousand li away from what everyone had expected.
"Er... I'm not seeing things, am I?" an old man with a childlike face and crane-white hair murmured.
"They're just two juniors. What is Nailong doing? Is this a joke?"
"Exactly. Little Fellows of this level being invited to attend the ceremony is already a bit unreliable, yet he actually went to welcome them in person. This is really too..."
Of the cultivators present, which one was not an extraordinary figure? Pick any one of them at random, and they were all hegemons of their own domain, people who had gone through countless great winds and towering waves. By rights, they should not have been so unable to keep their composure.
Yet the matter before them was truly... how to put it? When they arrived, Nailong True Person had mostly only sent a maidservant to guide the way. Originally, they had nothing to say about that; Nailong True Person's strength was, after all, a cut above theirs.
But now? Two juniors had come, and Nailong had gone to welcome them himself.
If they had not known, that would have been one thing, but now that they had witnessed it with their own eyes, where were they supposed to put their faces? To say they felt utterly unable to bear it would not be an exaggeration.
For a time, the