Chen Fan's expression hardened as he stared coldly at the beam of light. At the same time, the Wuya Sword floating at his side trembled faintly—not in fear, but in fury.
Yet it could only express its emotions now and could not speak. Chen Fan had no idea what it had experienced centuries ago, but judging by its anger, the master of the Immortal Palace had likely done no good.
Qin Xian'er and Mu Yunshui had gone pale. They bit their bloodless lips, fists clenched tight, unease filling their hearts.
The Immortal Sect disciples also stopped in their tracks and looked up at the strange phenomenon in the sky. Then everyone erupted into commotion, reverence written across their faces as they prostrated themselves. It was not born of terror, but heartfelt awe and worship.
"The master of the Immortal Palace... the master of the Immortal Palace has finally descended! Since entering the sect, I've seen the portrait in the main hall countless times. Who would have thought that in my lifetime, I would actually see the master of the Immortal Palace descend to the mortal world?"
"Th-this is a true immortal!" many cried out.
"Heaven blesses our Immortal Sect! The master of the Immortal Palace has descended, and all living beings must kneel! Chen Fan, why aren't you kneeling yet?" Someone found their courage and pointed at Chen Fan and the others in midair as he shouted.
"Immortal my ass! And you dare call yourself an immortal looking like that? If this old man had the cultivation he possessed at his peak, I'd slap your entire Immortal Sect to death in one blow! Ignorant fools!" Bald Bird glared and cursed furiously.
"Bi Fang, do you still have a Teleportation Array? Take us away, quickly," Mu Yunshui said calmly as she