The man appeared without the slightest warning, as though he had been sitting in the seat of honor all along and simply gone unnoticed.
Daring to sit above the Sword Martial Venerable, coupled with that half-smiling expression, made him seem outrageously arrogant.
His appearance stunned everyone, Lu Feng included. He had seen this man not long ago: the young man who had advised him not to enter Yaochi lightly, whose strength was unfathomable.
He thought he was already surprised enough, but immediately discovered that the others seemed even more astonished, especially the sect masters of the various sacred lands.
"It's him, the Panshen Heavenly Palace Palace Master!" someone exclaimed, revealing the man's identity.
It really was him. Lu Feng was speechless, a chill running down his spine. Although he had never intended anything of the sort, he and Fenfen Chengkuai had certainly caused a thorough uproar at the Panshen Heavenly Palace that day.
Yet no matter how he thought about it, he could not understand why, if this really was the Panshen Heavenly Palace Palace Master as Sun Jiuyang had said, the man had not seized him that day.
Now, seeing him seated so casually in the seat of honor, he seemed not to take any of the sacred lands' sect masters before him seriously at all.
From his gaze, Lu Feng could sense that this was not arrogance, but confidence-the confidence of someone unafraid of anything the other side might do.
"It really is him!" Sun Jiuyang was both startled and delighted, naturally feeling smug about his own uncanny foresight.
Someone immediately asked in confusion, "But why would he attend the Flat Peach Banquet? His relationship with the sect masters of the various sacred lands is hardly good."
The Flat Peach Banquet could be called the Immortal Race's greatest