Double Splendor Hall!
Cheng Buzheng wore a gentle expression. After greeting Zhao Han...
He then withdrew his gaze, ignoring Zhao Han no further, and headed straight for the treasure throne forged from spirit metal atop the high platform!
Before the throne on the high platform!
With a sweep of his sleeve and a splendid turn, Cheng Buzheng sat imposingly upon the throne, looking down upon the many Mortal Cultivators of the Supervision Hall.
Then!
Clad in a black mystic robe, Cheng Buzheng appeared immeasurably majestic. He slightly raised an arm, extending a somewhat rough hand from his broad sleeve and making a hollow gesture toward all four directions as he said coolly:
"Please, take your seats."
His indifferent yet commanding voice echoed through the hall.
At these words.
Whether they belonged to the neutral faction, or Zhao Han and the Mortal Cultivators behind him...
At that moment, not a single Mortal Cultivator dared meet his gaze. All of them solemnly bowed in unison.
At this moment, "Hall Master Chu" seated upon the throne was not merely a Nascent Soul Great Perfection Mortal Cultivator—he also represented the boundless authority of the Immortal Alliance.
One might fail to respect a Nascent Soul Great Perfection Mortal Cultivator, but one absolutely had to treat the Immortal Alliance's dignity with reverence.
Otherwise, even if one were slain on the spot, the other Mortal Cultivators would have nothing to say.
This showed!
Just how weighty the Immortal Alliance's majesty was, and how great its authority!
Immediately afterward.
The upper echelons of the Supervision Hall took their seats one after another according to their respective status.
Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng, seated on the throne, swept his gaze around the hall. Then he curled his fingers together and began rhythmically tapping the armrest.
Cheng Buzheng had learned this