A great moon hung high in the heavens.
Its clear radiance spilled everywhere.
All things were hushed; the universe lay silent.
Only the waters of the Longji River surged and rolled.
On the banks of the Longji River.
"Dad, Dad-look over there!" The girl from the Five Tigers Sect gaped at the night sky, stammering as she called to her father.
"Has the cold wind muddled my head? Am I seeing things?" She rubbed her eyes hard, as though she had fallen into a dream.
The bushy-bearded man did not answer-or perhaps he had not even heard her. He, too, stood tongue-tied, disbelief written all over his face.
Quite a few martial wanderers had gathered on the bank, unable to reach the martial assembly yet unwilling to leave. Now they stood like wooden chickens, staring fixedly at the figure that seemed to stand above the lunar palace. Someone could not help crying out in excitement, "An Immortal-an Immortal has appeared!"
That cry shattered the silence.
One person shouted, then a hundred, then a thousand cried out together, all beside themselves with excitement.
Those on the bank were several miles from the arena at the river's center. They knew nothing of what had happened and could barely make out the scene, yet they were already so stirred. The thousands of martial artists on the arena who had watched the battle from beginning to end were even more shaken.
"Was Daoist Myriad Calamities actually an Immortal?" Zhu Yunling gripped her sword, utterly dumbfounded.
Around her, many were so shocked they could no longer hold their weapons. The clatter of blades hitting the ground rang out without end, followed by clusters of people whose knees gave way as they knelt.
"I-should I bow to him too?" Zhu Yunling watched them, her dark eyes