"Guests have come from afar. Fellow cultivator, why not show yourself and have a chat? That way, we Soaring Heavens Palace can extend our hospitality." The man in fine robes before them was none other than Hu Qianshan, the current Palace Master of Soaring Heavens Palace. He called out loudly.
"There's no need for hospitality. Go about your own business." The enormous face formed from swirling white clouds in the sky replied.
"It seems you're just being modest, fellow cultivator. But now that you've come to Soaring Heavens Palace, if I, Hu, don't give you a proper welcome, wouldn't that be a breach of our duty as hosts?" Hu Qianshan laughed heartily. His words were courteous, but before he had finished speaking, he reached out, gathering his magical power into a giant hand that stretched toward the cloud-formed face in the sky.
At the same time, Hu Qianshan's body began to rise slowly into the air.
The golden-armored woman beside him remained on full alert and ordered several Golden Core disciples to evacuate the palace disciples of lower cultivation. When Nascent Soul Cultivators at this level fought, a sudden clash inside a sect could have consequences both great and small. If they failed to respond in time, the low-ranking disciples caught up in it would undoubtedly suffer heavy casualties.
The Palace Master had spoken courteously, but it was undeniable that he had made a move. The woman had no idea how powerful the mysterious cultivator in the sky might be. Under ordinary circumstances, knowing Palace Master Hu as she did, she would never have expected him to test someone with force. Yet the other party had slipped into Soaring Heavens Palace without anyone noticing. If they simply let him leave without doing anything, what would become of the palace's reputation?