The Divine Hall was silent as a grave.
Only the White-robed Man's voice echoed within.
"You are..."
An old man steeped in the aura of countless years looked as though someone had seized him by the throat. He stared fixedly at the White-robed Man, his pupils contracting in terror, his lips turning pale.
"It's him!"
More and more Old Men were so shocked that their hair stood on end. Their eyes widened in horror; they could no longer care about appearances or remain calm. They had been frightened out of their wits.
"How could it be?"
"Why him?"
"This old man has actually seen that face again!"
The Old Men were completely unable to keep their composure. Looking up at the White-robed Man, they found this scene so familiar. Once, they too had been like this, able only to live beneath his shadow and look up at him.
"What a surprise!"
Tuoba Ancient Ancestor was equally shaken. The White-robed Man's identity was simply too unexpected.
"It's him..." Cantian Sword Ancestor stared blankly at the White-robed Man, her memories instantly returning to the past.
"Hehe, handsome."
Gaishi chuckled. Before the White-robed Man appeared, even he had thought Hua Wuming would come. He had never expected it to be the White-robed Man. Worthy of them—they really knew how to make an entrance.
"White robes, heavenly might, and that face... Has that one returned?" Heavenly Venerable Dao Ren murmured.
He had met the White-robed Man many times, because his elder brother had been close friends with him.
Dao Yi was equally stunned. That face, that person—no one could remain calm after seeing him.
He was an absolute legend. He had overwhelmed talented geniuses throughout antiquity and the present, swept aside powerful elders, and towered over the heavens with peerless brilliance. To Become Heaven