Naturally, it was only after stepping into the hall that Li Ling realized something.
These over-the-top seventy-two seats were not merely decorative.
Every single seat had a person seated upon it, or at least, almost every single seat did, and each of them released no active aura at all.
Yet even without deliberate pressure, the entire auditorium felt as if it was filled with seventy-one crouching dragons and hidden tigers, each one wrapped in white and gold sect robes yet carrying a different flavor of power depending on the path they belonged to.
This was not the lower layer, where Qi Refinement ants and Foundation Establishment insects bustled around like laborers in a factory.
Nor was this the middle layer, where Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, and Dao Integration cultivators could still be understood as high-level experts who interacted with the wider world.
This was the upper layer.
