"Senior, the one who fought me was Xuantian." Though Jin Lie was arrogant, he did not dare act presumptuously before someone like this and honestly revealed the truth.
"Xuantian? The Xuantian who slaughtered his way through the Spirit Realm? That fellow entered as well! What a pity I cannot witness him in person. What a regret."
Xuantian was far too mysterious. Though his fame was immense, few had ever seen him in the flesh.
Now that they knew he was within the secret realm, yet could not witness his splendor, everyone felt deeply regretful.
Within the secret realm, vast lakes stretched one after another, immortal mist drifting through the air.
Shi Yongheng restrained his aura, his expression gentle. The icy killing intent seemed never to have existed. At this moment, his presence was peaceful, like spring sunlight—warm and mild.
His long hair fell over his shoulders, black and thick. His eyes shone brightly, his skin was crystalline as jade, and precious light flowed over it.
Dressed in a black robe, Shi Yongheng clasped his hands behind his back and strode toward the crowd.
His tall figure appeared lofty and extraordinary beneath the might of having slain a First Generation. As his eyes opened and closed, an imposing aura naturally arose.
"Everyone, we parted in haste that day. Meeting again today brings me great joy." Shi Yongheng's gaze swept across Di Chong, the Immortal Palace's young master, Fairy Yue Chan, the Witch, Lightning Prince, and the others. Smiling, he spoke slowly. His gentle expression even began to ease the tense atmosphere.
"Brother Xuantian is still as domineering as ever. Your bearing has not diminished in the slightest," the Witch said with a giggle.
She wore a black dress, her lovely hair flowing freely. Her skin was whiter than snow, and