"N-Ning Xian Zun? He—he's still alive! How is that possible? Didn't the Great Grandmaster He and the others say he was already dead?"
"Y-yeah! W-what's going on? Ning Xian Zun's still alive. Doesn't that mean we're doomed?"
The people He Shiren had brought with him also began to panic.
"Damn it! We were all fooled by that He guy and his people. They said that expert from the Supreme Immortal Gate had killed Ning Xian Zun, but he's clearly alive and well!"
"Damn those bastards! They're so fucking crafty—they tricked us into believing Ning Xian Zun had been killed, then manipulated us into working for them. I knew it! With Ning Xian Zun's practically invincible strength, how could he be killed so easily?"
These people had only recently been forced to submit to the Supreme Immortal Gate. They were cultivators from other sects and prominent families, forced to obey He Shiren and the others.
Now that they saw Ning Wangshu hadn't been killed by the Supreme Immortal Gate, as He Shiren and the others had claimed, they were immediately enraged. Their eyes bloodshot, they glared furiously at He Shiren.
Ning Wangshu took in the varied reactions of everyone present.
He merely shot He Shiren a sidelong glance, not answering him right away. Instead, he looked at Bai Jingchuan and said, "Patriarch Bai, it's been a few months. I hope you've been well!"
Hearing Ning Wangshu's words, Bai Jingchuan held back his overwhelming joy and hurriedly replied, "Mister Ning, I knew you wouldn't be killed so easily!"
"It's wonderful that you've returned!"
"Mm."
Ning Wangshu nodded slightly. "Patriarch Bai, we can talk about everything later. For now, I'll deal with these people first."
With that, Ning Wangshu's gaze swept over He Shiren and the cultivators he had brought along, his eyes