Facing the Master of the Immortal Palace

At the entrance to the Peach Blossom Spring Mystic Realm, a vast sea of people had gathered. Countless cultivators had arrived, all of them from the Eastern Wasteland.

Among them, a black-haired man with an exceedingly youthful appearance stood suspended in the air. A sharp sword lay beneath his feet, his hands clasped behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind. He cut an imposing figure, and his strength was even more terrifying—he was at the late Soul Division Stage.

Behind the young man stood several elderly men at the middle Soul Division Stage. All wore garments bearing the Immortal Palace insignia and addressed the young man as "Palace Master."

"So this is the true face of the Immortal Palace Master. He has actually returned to simplicity and regained the appearance of his youth. It seems his cultivation has already reached unfathomable depths," someone in the crowd remarked with feeling.

"The crisis across the three great divine continents this time was all thanks to the Immortal Palace Master. Had he not stepped forward alone a year ago to negotiate with those people from beyond the seas, the Eastern Wasteland would likely already be engulfed in war, with the people left destitute."

"More than that! In troubled times, who knows how many people would have died? The Eastern Wasteland has regained its former peace this time, all thanks to the Immortal Palace Master."

Many others also sang the Immortal Palace Master's praises, and the people's hearts had all turned toward him.

And the reason everyone had gathered here today was, without question, because they had heard the news and come to watch the spectacle.

What they had learned was that Chen Fan had forcibly taken Mu Yunshui away—and had even seized the child in her womb.

"I once thought