The singing and dancing girls failed to draw anyone's attention. At the other end of the passageway directly opposite the Immortal Emperor and Empress, the densely packed golden-robed guards suddenly parted to either side, clearing a path. Everyone's gaze turned toward it at once...
A huge crimson drum, edged with golden studs, was carried level from afar by a group of bare-chested men. The drum face was estimated to span three or four zhang in diameter and was a full zhang thick. Yet that was not what drew the eye most. What truly caught everyone's attention was the person standing atop it—a Golden Robe Figure, standing firm and steady, radiating majestic authority.
Everyone suddenly found the golden robe on that person terrifyingly unsettling. With a swish, they instinctively looked toward Jin Tai, then turned back again. The golden robe worn by the man atop the drum was not the ordinary Golden Thread Robe worn by those of the Immortal Palace. It was identical to Jin Tai's golden robe. The coiling dragons and sea of clouds embroidered across it, as well as the golden crown on his head—apart from his face, everything about his attire was exactly the same as Immortal Emperor Jin Tai's.
"Whoa..." The crowd erupted. The sect masters below, along with everyone standing on the steps and to either side, were like a nest that had been blown apart. They could scarcely believe someone could be so brazen—so brazen as to flaunt himself before Immortal Emperor Jin Tai himself.
Wan Ling and Long Xiaojiu's mouths hung open wide enough to fit a fist inside. Ji Wu, Crocodile Snow Lord, and Lu Yanqing were equally dumbfounded. Bai Qi, standing at a window of the Immortal Palace pavilion, nearly choked on the air. His jaw almost dropped as he muttered