Cold Moon City.
"Thank you, everyone." Wang Yi thanked the group of cultivators who had gone out of the city to rescue him, his voice carrying a trace of gratitude.
Although he had been well prepared and was already close to escaping danger and reaching the city walls,
he still had to thank them for coming out of the city to save him.
"No need to be polite. It's our duty, and even without us, you could have entered the city."
"Welcome to the Sacred Realm, newcomer. Just don't die too early."
"Newcomer, judging by you, you should be an Enlightened One, right?"
The cultivators all laughed heartily. They came from different worlds, and every one of them had been a supreme overlord standing at the pinnacle of their own world. Only after enduring loneliness and solitude had they chosen to come here. They were quite welcoming toward newcomers. After all, very few were qualified to ascend to this world.
Yet some remained silent. Those who could come to this Sacred Realm all had extraordinary backgrounds; in their original worlds, they had been exalted patriarchs and supreme figures. Some were cold and proud, others withdrawn. They had acted earlier only because it was their duty, not because they were eager to socialize.
Once they had rescued him, they naturally dispersed and returned to their own places.
Only the Gold Masked Person and the black-winged woman called Sha Ye remained to accompany him.
"Since Realm Heart has just arrived, go to Cold Moon Hall first and settle all the miscellaneous matters," Sha Ye said. "Arrange a residence and register your communication imprint."
"Yes, yes, let's go now." The Gold Masked Person said with a smile.
Unable to refuse their warm hospitality, Wang Yi could only follow them.
Along the way, the