Old Ancestor Wang became the focus of everyone present, and even the guests who had been about to leave stopped in their tracks.
What kind of joke was this? A Heaven-Human Realm powerhouse had spoken—did they still think they could just walk away?
Gazes turned one after another toward the richly dressed old man. Some were puzzled, while unease began to rise in the hearts of others, who felt that something was not quite right. On an occasion like this, whether by sentiment or reason, Old Ancestor Wang should not have been the one to speak—and what he said did not seem like words meant to ask them to stay.
Ning Qi's eyes narrowed, and he had already slowly risen to his feet.
Dragon Mountain Daoist frowned and asked:
"Old Ancestor Wang, what is the meaning of this?"
The other Heaven-Humans all looked somewhat surprised as well.
Old Ancestor Wang remained calm and composed. First, he cupped his hands toward Dragon Mountain Daoist and said apologetically, "This old man has come bearing an important mission this time. I ask Real Person Dragon Mountain for his forgiveness."
A bad premonition rose in Dragon Mountain Daoist's heart.
Then Old Ancestor Wang rose into the air. His left hand was clasped behind his back, while his right hand drew a golden token from his robes and raised it high above his head. The token emitted a peculiar fluctuation.
At the sight of it, some people's expressions instantly grew grave, and threads of reverence rose in the depths of their eyes. Even the Heaven-Humans were no exception.
The Great Yan Martial Saint Decree! To see this decree was as if seeing the Martial Saint himself; none dared disobey.
For a time.
One respectful voice after another rang out across the True Martial Dao Field: