The name of High Heaven has finally surfaced openly.
Paying some price to create a grand spectacle... seems inevitable.
With just Spiritual Thoughts alone, I am far from being a match for a Grandmaster; truly engaging in combat would immediately expose me, yet...
Dare they make a move?
Zhang Fusheng's face revealed an imperceptible smile, which vanished instantly as he quietly sank his thoughts into the Eight Sceneries Palace, then sat solemnly upon the Meditation Mat.
Thereafter, he resumed control over the shadow formed by that imprint, assuming an infinitely high Position.
Yet, why?
The Meditation Mat felt somewhat uncomfortable today.
The thought passed, and at this moment, on the street.
The elderly one raised his eyelids, Immortal Tao Rhyme flowed between his skin textures, and the four Grandmasters looking toward him unconsciously felt a sense of insignificance.
Not that they had become insignificant.
But the elder was simply too 'high'!
