The old man wore a plain moon-white robe. With crane-white hair, a youthful complexion, and a lean face, he emitted no particularly startling spiritual energy fluctuations. Yet within his slightly clouded eyes lay the vicissitudes and clarity of one who had seen the rise and fall of countless things.
With his appearance, every gaze in the room instantly turned burning hot.
"Hehe, Dragon-Phoenix Haven is getting livelier every time..."
The old man looked at the young, high-spirited figures throughout the pavilion. Wherever his gaze fell, the prodigies from the Northern Domain's major forces all sat upright, their eyes gleaming with longing and anticipation for Dragon-Phoenix Haven.
Everyone able to stand here was an elite painstakingly nurtured by their respective sects and clans. Under normal circumstances, which one of them was not arrogant and lofty?
Yet before him, these young people had all reined in their sharp edges. Such was the prestige Dragon-Phoenix Pavilion had accumulated over thousands of years in the Northern Domain.
However, when his gaze swept over the quietly seated young figure in a corner below, he suddenly froze.
His momentary lapse was so slight that in just an instant, his gaunt elderly face returned to its usual gentle smile, as though nothing had happened.
But only the old man himself knew what tremendous waves had risen in his heart at that moment.
With his genuine Earth Sovereign cultivation, he was actually completely unable to gauge that young man's depth.
He had lived for thousands of years and had overseen Dragon-Phoenix Pavilion for several centuries. What kind of peerless geniuses had he not seen?
From Xuan Yuan of the Divine Pavilion to the Netherworld Prince of Netherworld Palace, from the Monster Emperor of the Monster Gate to Qingyue of Myriad Saint Mountain, he had met the Northern Domain's