Xiahou Yue gazed coldly at the cultivator in front of him.
Then, his eyes swept past him, looking at the empty space behind him.
"So, these cultivators were actually all controlled?"
The man in the brocade clothing nodded, raising his left hand to show Xiahou Yue the black bracelet he was wearing.
"These lower cultivators are nothing more than fodder," he said indifferently.
"And you? Aren't you the same?" Xiahou Yue retorted.
Unexpectedly, the man in the brocade clothing was not angry but displayed a slightly exaggerated expression of surprise.
"Ah! Can't the esteemed National Guardian see that I'm just an Outer Body Incarnation?"
Upon hearing this, Xiahou Yue's eyes narrowed!
Just an avatar?
The man in brocade clothing smiled gleefully and said, "I am the head Nascent Soul True Monarch under the Celestial Venerable; the world calls me True Monarch Xuanxiao."
