Fortunately, the number of Integration cultivators wasn't too many, which allowed Li Taichang and the others to breathe a sigh of relief.
It wasn't that they were being stingy, but the number of Seventh-Rank Spiritual Objects was limited, and the Chamber of Commerce couldn't produce so many at once. Naturally, the Li family's preparations were inadequate.
After everyone had eaten and drank their fill, it was finally Li Zhirui's turn to appear.
When no one noticed, Li Zhirui had already appeared on the top of the sermon platform, seated cross-legged on a straw cushion, exuding a faint Mahayana pressure that immediately silenced the crowd.
For a long-standing sect like the Qingzhu Sect, they couldn't help but change their expressions the moment they felt the pressure, their hearts overwhelmed with shock.
'Is this truly the pressure of a cultivator who only broke through to the Mahayana realm a few years ago?'
