Amidst countless teasing and playful gazes, Ling Feng and his companion strode towards the Immortal Pavilion, but before they even entered, they were blocked by two towering men at the entrance.
These two men were muscular and imposing, their eyes sharp, and their Qi-Blood flowing like dragons. They were clearly body refining practitioners, and their strength had reached the middle-stage king-level.
Such cultivation could command one's presence in the Sky White Empire, yet here at the Immortal Pavilion, they were merely gatekeepers.
Naturally, these two were not direct disciples of the East Spirit Immortal Pool. In other words, they were likely under some power affiliated with East Spirit Immortal Pool, sent by their family to guard the Immortal Pavilion.
After all, such menial tasks were beneath the talented disciples of the East Spirit Immortal Pool.
"Stop!"
