Not only were the cultivators who had come to watch stunned by Wuxiang Zhenren's words, but Ling Daoyi, Refining Soul Old Ancestor, Master Zhishang Chan, and the others were also taken aback.
They unanimously fixed their gazes on Ning Wangshu and Wuxiang Zhenren, who stood in midair, their expressions uncertain.
"What has Fellow Daoist Ning done to deserve this? A Golden Core Great Grandmaster is actually willing to serve him! Could it be that he, too, has reached the realm above the Golden Core?"
Ling Daoyi wondered to himself.
Master Zhishang Chan wore much the same expression.
As for Refining Soul Old Ancestor, he was frowning slightly as he watched Ning Wangshu, his gaze dark and unreadable. No one could tell what he was thinking.
Although the three of them had all broken through to the Nascent Soul stage and gained Divine Sense, their understanding and use of it were still quite rudimentary.
They did not even know how to use Divine Sense to directly probe another person's cultivation. They could only use it in the simplest way, to observe and survey their surroundings.
After all, they had only broken through very recently.
Moreover, no one in the world had ever reached this realm before, and there were no records of Divine Sense in any ancient texts. They knew nothing about it and could only slowly explore its uses on their own.
For that reason, they had no idea what level Ning Wangshu and Wuxiang Zhenren had reached.
Leaving aside the many discussions and guesses among the spectators, Zhou Wenda was so enraged by Wuxiang Zhenren's arrogant words that he laughed coldly. He was indeed shocked that a dignified Golden Core Great Grandmaster like Wuxiang Zhenren would willingly become Ning Wangshu's servant.
But Wuxiang Zhenren's arrogance angered him even more.