"The Suspended Blade Sect has sent people. So has the Spirit Path."
"The Four Symbols Spirit Palace has sent people too."
"Oh, right. It seems your Spirit Palace's core disciples have come as well. Aren't you going to greet them?"
The blue-robed cultivator wore a broad smile as he turned and saw a figure wreathed in heavenly light. A phoenix cry rang out when they traveled.
It was incomparably magnificent.
A procession of golden-armored guards cleared the way ahead, while a hundred flower-bearing immortal attendants followed behind, their faces lovely and their auras pure and ethereal.
At the center, atop the imperial carriage's reclining couch, lay a handsome figure. He reclined against a beauty's lap, wearing a golden crown and splendid robes. His brows carried an easy, dashing charm, and every gesture was exceptionally elegant.
Though this sight lacked the chill brought by that monstrous genius from the Suspended Blade Sect,
its extravagance and pleasure, adorned by countless treasures and radiant candles, still made the heavenly light blaze in dazzling splendor.
It left many inwardly astonished.
"No. We are not of the same path."
Chen Jingtian shook his head decisively.
Little Brother Chen also sighed repeatedly. The moment he saw the newcomer, his expression immediately darkened.
"Say no more, Dao Brother. We are not the same sort as him."
"He is a core disciple."
Though every prodigy and monstrous genius among the Spirit Palace's core disciples was indeed extraordinary,
in Little Brother Chen's eyes, hardly any of those who could become core disciples were normal people.
They were all oddballs.
The cultivators Little Brother Chen least wished to encounter while traveling were precisely those core disciples who came from the same Spirit Palace as himself.
In Little Brother Chen's view, anyone who could become a core disciple of the Spirit