These words entered the ear.
The crowd couldn't help but seriously evaluate him.
Ji Jingqiu wore a Daoist robe, pristine and unstained, showing no expression, only tranquility and detachment. He was shrouded in a sacred, transcendent brilliance, whether due to the "True Realm" or perhaps another divine ability.
He descended from the sky, like a God coming to earth.
In terms of appearance and demeanor, the crowd indeed had no complaints.
But just now, those words, the tone was still too grand.
Having just entered the Heavenly Monarch realm, he dared to overlook all the formidable ones in this domain. Is it arrogance or does he truly have something to rely on?
Beside him, Wu Tian thought to himself, why hadn't he noticed before that the core Daoist robe of their Primordial Palace could appear so charming?
