Qing Chen walked forward step by step, very slowly.
But with every step, a ring of five-colored ripples spread through the empty air beneath his feet.
Those ripples were not fluctuations of spiritual power, but a manifestation woven from a profound movement technique, the power of laws, and boundless fortune!
When he reached the Qiong-Subduing Hall, Dragon's Saliva Incense suddenly ignited within the ninety-foot-tall Bronze Taotie Incense Burner inside, and blue smoke rose in a perfectly straight column.
"Welcome, Marquis!"
Outside the hall, four thousand black-armored personal guards roared in unison, their voices surging like a tide.
Qing Chen pressed a hand down to silence the roar, then stepped into the hall, his face expressionless.
"Greetings, Lord Provincial Governor!" everyone inside called out together.
Qing Chen cast a few casual glances around.
On the left stood Qiongzhou's Immortal Officials of every rank-Qing Xuansu, Yan Ming, Ye Wushang, the Guanyin Tower Master, Li Chenjiang, Xu Jiuling, Su Zixuan, and the others-bowing in greeting;
on the right stood representatives of the various powers.
The Infinite Extremity Devil Palace had sent considerably more people this time than to the previous Qiongzhou banquet. Leading them was Ding Busan, an elder at nascent soul middle stage peak.
He was gaunt, with deeply sunken eyes, and dense demonic qi permeated his surroundings.
Standing behind Gong Shisan, he studied Qing Chen with a calm gaze.
Gong Shisan's cultivation remained at the newly entered nascent soul stage, but his aura was deeper than it had been forty years ago.
When his eyes met Qing Chen's, he immediately nodded and bowed with clasped hands, his expression complicated.
There was also a figure concealed beneath a black robe, whose face and depth of cultivation could not be discerned. This figure seemed to hold no low position, standing quite naturally alongside