This pressure, this aura.
Only a Ninth Grade Great Martial Sect could possess such power, and perhaps… even a terrifying existence at the peak of the Ninth Grade!
Yan Tingshan's mind was about to shut down. Throughout all of Hua Country—no, the entire world—there were only a few Ninth Grade Great Martial Sects, and those at the peak were as rare as a phoenix's feathers. The likelihood of one appearing on Mount Haitang was infinitesimal.
Therefore…
The person in the shadows must be the Flower Fairy!
"Damn it."
Yan Tingshan cursed inwardly. So it really is related to the Flower Fairy? To find such a blessed Grotto-heaven only to have to give it up… what a terrible waste!
Even his master, an early-stage Eighth Grade Martial Ancestor, didn't dare move an inch.
His disciple, Wang Liu, who was only at the peak of the Sixth Grade, fared even worse. It felt as if a colossal mountain was crushing his shoulders, forcing his knees to buckle and making him kneel directly on the ground.
