At that moment, Qian Wuhen quietly breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, immortals of the second generation really did speak with more force. Then he discreetly withdrew and hid beside Lightning Arrow, watching the show in secret with his two senior brothers.
However, Tai Xijun let out a soft sigh, her sleepy eyes filled with helplessness. "So they are two ignorant juniors who do not know the heights of heaven or the depths of earth in the Three Thousand Great Worlds. Attend me."
Her red lips parted slightly, and a bone-piercing chill wind abruptly swept down from heaven and earth. Two Pseudo-Immortals of the Immortal River with bizarre postures suddenly appeared!
They respectfully said, "Eldest Miss."
"Does the Myriad Clans Immortal Hall have the authority to appoint and dismiss the hall masters of Immortal Halls within the Three Thousand Great Worlds?" Tai Xijun asked casually, never once looking directly at the two second-generation immortals.
In her eyes, second-generation immortals like these were merely from small clans with somewhat decent family circumstances. Or perhaps they did not even count as a small clan—just ordinary cultivators.
"Of course." The two Pseudo-Immortals silently glanced at the Leaving Dust Immortal Hall above.
Before they could finish, Yin Xingxi had already gone deathly pale at the two Pseudo-Immortals who had appeared so strangely. She had also heard a name terrifying enough—the Myriad Clans Immortal Hall!
Cultivators from the Boundless Great World...
"The Wan Family, Wan Yichen's branch... I have never heard of it." Tai Xijun continued speaking to herself, as though seriously pondering it. Then she teased, "Forget it. I cannot remember. Tomorrow, I will go see Wan Shu and remove his branch from the Spirit Manor."
"Why should you personally trouble yourself?" One of the Pseudo-Immortals appeared expressionless, his voice like a cold