This discovery unsettled Elder Zhechuan deeply; he could hardly believe it.
He had assumed Jiang Chengxuan was at most a mid-stage Golden Immortal, or at best approaching late-stage!
Who exactly was this youth?!
For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Zhechuan's mind.
In all his years of cultivation, he had never encountered someone with such terrifying strength—even within the mighty Zhetian Celestial Sect!
"How about it? Elder Zhechuan, will you grant this request?"
Only when Jiang Chengxuan spoke with a calm smile did the oppressive silence break, awakening everyone.
Elder Zhechuan's eyes flickered, and under the astonished gazes, he surprisingly did not haggle further but nodded in agreement.
"This Soul Beast Tide—may Dao Friend not disappoint the Zhetian Sect."
With apparent high hopes for Jiang, Zhechuan said slowly, then gave a glance to Zheri.
Zheri frowned, rose from his throne, and left the hall.
