On the other side of the line between heaven and earth, an aged voice rang out.
The voice was ethereal, much like the incense stick, wafting up with curling smoke.
"Elder, someone wishes to meet the Sect Hierarch."
The middle-aged man spoke calmly.
He did not show special respect to these Elders.
After all, his power was not weak.
If not for the different experience of cultivation and perception, perhaps the Supreme Nine Suns might also have accepted him as a disciple.
Then, he might have become one of the Elders.
Therefore, this middle-aged man was not afraid of the Elders.
In fact, within the entire Righteous Sun Sect, only the Supreme Nine Suns garnered his respect.
"The Sect Hierarch is not someone anyone can meet," a displeased voice came from the other side of the line.
"His power is strong," the middle-aged man responded tersely.
Just as Xu Zimei could sense it, the spiritual energy of the middle-aged man was like a vast ocean, unfathomable.
