Not far away, a few Chosen dressed in the robes of the Shan Hai Immortal Sect watched the situation from a distance, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. It was obvious they were used to the daily antics of their Eldest Senior Brother and his servant, yet they were utterly helpless to do anything about it.
BOOM!
A bolt of lightning suddenly descended, striking the pavilion.
BUZZ! BUZZ!
Instantly, countless dense ripples surged outside the pavilion as the light of innumerable formations flared to life.
Zhuge Changsheng, the Saint Heir of the Shan Hai Immortal Sect, abruptly looked up. Out of habit, he would always set up a defensive Formation for himself first, no matter where he went. Although he had created this one casually, he was still very confident in it. Below the Nascent Soul Realm, no one could break through.
However, under the bombardment of that lightning, the Formation was now buzzing incessantly, showing signs of imminent collapse.
BOOM!
