Chu Chaoran, a living Zhenren of this age, has already attained the Path of Pure Yang Wuji.
In the End of Dharma Era, to cultivators, he is a towering mountain, a star in the firmament, a vast ocean, a living Immortal amongst mortals.
The weight of a disciple under such an existence is imaginable—borne with a gravity beyond words.
Yet, the name Zhang Fan seemed unspeakably unfamiliar to everyone present.
Were it not spoken from Master Xuanji's lips, crowned with the title 'Disciple of Transcendent Zhenren', one would have thought him merely a charlatan.
"A disciple of Transcendent Zhenren?"
"He is actually a disciple of Transcendent Zhenren?"
Within the grand hall, waves of astonishment arose; every gaze now fell upon Zhang Fan, three parts curious, seven parts amazed.
"Chu Zhenren's disciple?" Hua Yixun's eyes narrowed into a single thread, fixing upon Zhang Fan, scrutinizing him as though to see directly through his essence.
