At the same time, in Queyue City, inside an ancient, unadorned great hall.
Four Tribulation-level cultivators were likewise studying something.
Seated in the main seat was an old man with a childlike face and crane-white hair. As for the other three cultivators, their appearances and ages were all different.
The one on the left was rather ugly, a loose-haired Ascetic Monk who practiced with his hair unshaven.
The one on the right was dressed as a Daoist priest, and judging from his appearance, he was young to an extreme.
The last person was only around twenty years old, a Palace-Robed Woman, and she seemed cold and arrogant to the extreme.
"Fairy Xue, several days ago, Firestone City sent an urgent call for help. We all thought it was about to be breached, but afterward it turned peril into safety. I hear a passing cultivator turned the tide by force. Is this true?" the old man with the childlike face and crane-white hair said, his face carrying a somewhat grave look.
"That is correct. I also just received the news. It was sent personally by Fellow Daoist He of Firestone City, so naturally it cannot be false," the woman replied with a solemn expression.
"With the strength of one man, he rescued a city from crisis. Fellow Daoists, what are your thoughts?"
"Does that even need to be said? This person must be a Tribulation-level cultivator, and his strength is most likely above ours," the loose-haired Ascetic Monk said.
"What Master says is correct. In this poor Daoist's view, this person is most likely a domain-level powerhouse." The Daoist priest also revealed a thoughtful expression.
"A domain powerhouse? Does our Fenghen Realm have one?"
"Fairy Xue, those words are mistaken. The Fenghen Realm has none, but that does not mean powerhouses