Making such a flamboyant entrance, is he not planning to hide his identity as a Cultivator anymore?
Lan Tian was still pondering this when a cold snort reached his ears; the voice was a bit loud, but he felt nothing else. Mr. Mo, who wore the bracelet given by Lan Tian, felt slightly uncomfortable. The other elders weren't as fortunate. Their faces turned pale and terrifying, their hearts tumultuous. Fortunately, the Cultivator only snorted once, and after enduring it for a while, their complexions gradually improved.
Having suffered a loss in silence, everyone's face looked awful, but they could only endure it. Many showed fear in their eyes and dared not stare at him again.
His wide and vibrant Flowing Cloud Sleeve brushed over the floor of the pavilion, clearing a space within. With another sweep of his sleeve, two meditation cushions appeared out of thin air along with a small tea table, a stove, and all the necessary tea implements in between them.
