Red Cauldron Chen Clan main residence.
The Chen Clan's True Immortal Realm patriarch, Chen Tingwei, had nothing better to do. He was holding a small comb and grooming his mount, the Golden-Feathered Glazed Phoenix, in the courtyard.
He was visibly advanced in years. His frame was no longer as upright as a young man's, and his face bore clear signs of age. His eyes were somewhat clouded as well, though his vitality remained quite good. As he groomed the phoenix, his movements were unhurried and leisurely, making him seem like nothing more than an ordinary old man next door.
It was clear that his life in his twilight years had been fairly comfortable.
The instant Chen Zhengyang crushed the Jade Talisman, Chen Tingwei sensed it. Brilliant light suddenly burst from his aged, clouded eyes.
Setting down the little comb, he patted the Golden-Feathered Glazed Phoenix to indicate that he was leaving for a while. Then, with a sweep of his broad sleeve, he tore open a spatial rift and stepped inside.
The next moment.
Chen Tingwei appeared above the arena.
Compared with his relaxed and easygoing appearance at the Chen Clan residence, his expression was now stern. His spine stood ramrod straight, his white robes fluttered in the wind, and his bearing was majestic and imposing. Where was the slightest trace of that kindly old man next door?
As he appeared, the pressure of a True Immortal Realm powerhouse spread across the heavens like rolling waves, instantly enveloping the entire venue.
For a time, even the air around the arena seemed to congeal.
Several Void Ascension Realm cultivators who had come to watch the excitement, as well as those involved, hurriedly restrained their auras and composed their expressions, not daring to provoke his displeasure.
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