"Greetings, Celestial Venerable."
Those cultivators still suspended in the air, the only ones remaining, were all awed by this great Earth Immortal's magic power and drawn to his side.
The greatest sound was silence; the greatest form was formless.
Celestial Venerable Guangyuan merely raised a hand. No trace of how his magic power operated could be seen, yet everyone before him naturally took their places in ranks.
One had to know that this Earth Immortal was still using his vast cultivation and magic power to maintain the changes in the Void Corridor.
Such a method—lifting heavy things as lightly as feathers, seeming to exist and not exist—truly deserved the title "Celestial Venerable."
At this moment, Celestial Venerable Guangyuan sat upright upon a Flying Cloud Chair, kind-eyed and benevolent-faced. He smiled warmly as he looked at the cultivators below.
"This time, my calculations were inadequate, and such an oversight occurred. On behalf of Mysterious Capital Palace, I offer my apologies to all of you."
A dignified Earth Immortal had adopted such an attitude before juniors whose cultivation had reached no higher than Void Step. For a moment, no one had anything to say.
This Celestial Venerable had truly thrown the airs of an exalted Earth Immortal into the mud, leaving no fault for anyone to pick at.
That was right. You had suffered losses, you had endured misfortune—but when even a great power ranked among the top five seats of Mysterious Capital Palace spoke this way, what else could you say?
If there was truly something to say, they should ask the patriarchs of their own sects to come and say it.
"May I ask, Celestial Venerable, about Yun Luo of the Qiantang Dragon Clan, Young Mistress Yun...?"
Jiang Shoucheng had brocade within his heart; he had always been one to