Three days later.
Bright Virtue Hall, Flowing Fire Grand Transformation Grotto-Heaven.
Sixteen people were seated inside the great hall.
Shen Cheng occupied the central seat of honor, with his second brother, Shen Ming, seated below him to his right.
Below Shen Ming sat a Red-Brow Daoist as burly as a bear.
Though his appearance was peculiar and his face fierce enough to discourage anyone from approaching him.
The Red-Brow Daoist's aura was incomparably pure, vital essence misting around him and his eyes glittering like stars. Clearly, his cultivation matched Shen Cheng's and Shen Ming's: he was a Cavern Mystery Refiner who had purged his turbid substance and condensed a Dragon-Tiger Furnace.
Apart from these three Refinement Masters, everyone else in the hall was at the Purple Mansion stage.
At that moment.
Seeing that the seat to Shen Cheng's left remained empty.
Most of those in the hall had flickering gazes, harboring thoughts of their own.
Only Shen Cheng's presence prevented them from showing it.
"...Elder Brother?"
Shen Ming glanced sideways and quietly transmitted his voice.
"Be patient. Great matters call for a tranquil spirit."
Shen Cheng answered without any change in expression.
Seeing his elder brother behave this way.
Shen Ming could only suppress his faint agitation, close his eyes, and wait quietly.
Before long, the wind overhead began to quicken.
A splendid light flickered deep within the clouds.
Then a mass of True Qi descended into the hall in an instant, revealing the figure of a young cultivator.
"He's here!"
Shen Cheng murmured to himself, then laughed heartily and went forward to welcome him.
Shen Ming hurriedly fixed his gaze on the newcomer.
The man wore plain white robes without a trace of ornamentation, loose and wide-sleeved. His hair was black as lacquer, bound with a wooden hairpin, and