At this moment, Qian Wuhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He inwardly remarked that Immortal Second Generations truly spoke with confidence, then quietly withdrew and hid beside Lightning Arrow, joining his two senior brothers in watching the show from the shadows.
However, Tai Xi Jun let out a soft sigh, her sleepy eyes filled with helplessness. "So they are two ignorant juniors who do not know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is in the Three Thousand Great Worlds. Attend me."
Her red lips parted slightly. A bone-piercing cold wind swept in from between heaven and earth, and two Immortal River pseudo-immortals with eerie figures abruptly appeared!
They respectfully said, "Miss."
"Does the Myriad Races Immortal Hall have the authority to appoint and dismiss the masters of Immortal Halls within the Three Thousand Great Worlds?" Tai Xi Jun asked absentmindedly, never once giving the two Immortal Second Generations a proper look.
In her eyes, Immortal Second Generations like these were merely members of some small clan with decent family circumstances. Or perhaps even that was giving them too much credit—they were simply ordinary cultivators.
"Of course." The two pseudo-immortals silently glanced at the Leaving Dust Immortal Palace above.
Before they could finish speaking, Yin Xingxi had already been frightened pale by the two pseudo-immortals who had appeared so bizarrely. She had also heard an utterly terrifying name—the Myriad Races Immortal Hall!
Cultivators from the Boundless Great World...
"The Wan Family, Wan Yichen's branch—I have never heard of it." Tai Xi Jun continued speaking to herself, as though seriously pondering it. Then she teased, "Forget it, I cannot recall it. Tomorrow, I shall go see Wan Shu and remove his branch from the Spirit Bank."
"Why should you trouble yourself personally?" One of the pseudo-immortals seemed