"..."
Watching the massive demon corpse fall from the sky.
Everyone stared blankly at the heavens, as though they still could not believe what they had just witnessed was real.
Not until the figure landed on the ground once more.
Her white robes stirred slightly, and the water-cloud patterns quietly faded away.
Only then did the crowd come back to their senses.
Chen Yuan's face was pale, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.
He suddenly remembered something.
Even back in those days, when the Dao Sect still had guest elders, not just anyone could sit in that position.
The position of guest elder stood above the rest.
They were not bound by sect rules, nor did they concern themselves with worldly affairs.
Such status was generally bestowed only upon great powers whose cultivation reached the heavens and whose foundations were unfathomably deep.
What ordinary cultivator could possibly possess such qualifications?
This white-robed young woman before them.
With the meager aura of one or two Chess-Player Realm ranks, she had slain a Great Demon of the Seventh Rank of Chess-Player head-on.
Such combat strength, such methods.
Chen Yuan's heart pounded wildly, and cold sweat had long since soaked through his back.
He hurried forward, cupped his hands, and bowed deeply.
"Senior, your divine might is unparalleled!"
"This junior had eyes but failed to see Mount Tai. I offended you earlier; I beg Senior to forgive me!"
Su Liu and Gong Shaoqi also snapped awake as if from a dream. They hurriedly bowed as well, scarcely daring to breathe.
Jiang Yuechu remained calm as she glanced at the panel.
She was in a rather good mood.
"No matter."
She waved a hand casually, her gaze sweeping over the surroundings.
Supported by several surviving clan members, Xu Chunnian struggled to rise from the