When Mr. Chu Yi entered the tent with a calm, refined air, the gazes of over a hundred powerful cultivators turned toward him.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Although Mr. Chu Yi's cultivation was not particularly strong, only having just entered the Great Luo realm, his composed bearing still made quite a few powerful cultivators feel ashamed.
Everyone knew that his refined composure was not an act. Deep down, he was truly unruffled, not intimidated simply because the others were Saints.
Not everyone possessed such courage.
Although some among them had cultivations infinitely close to that of a Saint, they were ultimately not Saints. The gap between them and Saints could only be described as a heavenly chasm.
They could see the other side, yet had no way of reaching it. That was what it meant.
Even such powerful cultivators still trembled with fear when facing Saints, treading as if on thin ice, terrified that the Saints might fly into a rage and directly offer them up as sacrifices to Heaven.
Thus, facing foreign Saints alone was no different from disregarding life and death. They had no choice but to admire the nerve it took to confront unfamiliar foreign Saints alone and directly ask them about the whole matter.
Mr. Chu Yi returned to his former seat, turned and cupped his hands in greeting to everyone. Then, with a flick of his scholar's robe, he sat cross-legged and said, "There is no need for everyone to worry. I did indeed meet those foreign Saints. There were twelve of them in total. The auras emanating from several of them were extremely similar to those of certain Saints of this world. For example, they also had a female Saint whose aura was remarkably similar to the Dao of Life..."
Mr. Chu Yi briefly recounted