Master and Disciple Play Chess, Each with Four Hundred Schemes, Chen Xuan Finally Masters the Mystic Art!
Jie Sect, Jinao Island.
The Dao Ancestor arrived in person bearing lavish gifts.
Before he had even descended upon the mountain gate, his vast, terrifying, abyss-deep holy might swept down like a prison.
The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect were instantly frightened out of their wits, trembling all over, their livers quaking.
Perhaps because Hongjun's Dharma Body had performed rather poorly during the great calamity between the Lich and Demon races, damaging the Dao Ancestor's dignity.
Or perhaps because the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect despised Hongjun's way of doing things.
Thus, when they saw the Primordial Desolation Dao Ancestor, leader of the Profound Gate, personally visiting the Jie Sect, countless Jie Sect immortals and gods were filled with indignation, as though standing up for the Witch race.
Yet they dared to be angry but not speak out.
And they still had to kneel in worship!
How stifling!
"We welcome the Dao Ancestor's honored arrival!"
The myriad immortals shouted in unison. Though their voices rang like great bells, they were scattered and half-hearted.
How sharp were Hongjun's eyes?
How could he possibly fail to see it?
Yet he could not be bothered to care.
They were merely lowly ants born of dampness and eggs, furred and horned, with humble origins. They were not worth his anger.
"Where is that rebellious disciple of mine? Why has he not come out to welcome me?"
Hongjun then said with an angry expression.
His authority inspired awe even without anger!
In an instant, rolling holy might blanketed all of Jinao Island, forcing the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect to bend at the waist, unable to raise their heads!
More than the Jie Sect immortals' perfunctory welcome, what Hongjun cared about was that Tongtian had not come out to greet him despite