"Yang Pan, come out and see me!"
"Come out and see me!"
"See me!"
Now that was 36D surround sound, with no blind spots!
Fortune Daoist's voice echoed through Jade Capital City again and again, drawing every eye upward.
"What are those? Are they flying?" someone asked in horror upon seeing Meng Chuan and the other three standing in midair.
How could people fly?
What did they think they were, birds?
Even the Marquis of Martial Warmth, whose fame shook the land, couldn't do that!
"It's the seniors." In a tavern in Jade Capital City, a boy of about fifteen sprang to his feet in excitement.
As a Ghost Immortal, he had excellent eyesight. He could already make out Meng Chuan and the others.
"Ziyue, are these the people you called your great opportunity?" someone beside him asked.
They were all friends he had recruited. Each was formidable and renowned; some were even among the Eight Great Demon Immortals, just like him.
If he was bringing in friends to back him up, he wasn't about to bring a bunch of weaklings.
"Yes. A truly great opportunity." Bai Ziyue stared at them, his eyes burning.
All because he had taken one extra look at Meng Chuan in the crowd, he was now confident he could survive his first lightning tribulation!
And insights were still pouring into his mind without end!
Now that was a true senior!
Fake seniors demanded gifts, offered meager benefits, and still made you pass their tests.
Real seniors were noble and generous. They gave benefits freely and lifted up the next generation out of the goodness of their hearts.
"But why are the seniors looking for Yang Pan?" Bai Ziyue wondered. Had Great Qian offended them?
The thought sent a jolt through him. If that was