The Immortals first furrowed their brows, their expressions akin to constipation, unable to comprehend how the scene before them was unfolding.
Then they relaxed, looking skyward at the two figures, their expressions peculiar, wanting to laugh yet holding back, fearing to embarrass Mount Olympus.
Yafu's face changed repeatedly, like a spilled box of paints, his face shifting from blue to white with confusion, shame, anger, and embarrassment...
"Wang Xuan, how dare you deceive me?!" Yafu couldn't help but roar.
To him, Wang Xuan seemed just a young lad, his cultivation level and seniority far inferior, initially thinking to ride his momentum to fame, to suppress him.
But to his surprise, the one he respectfully awaited was not some Immortal's Heaven and Earth Seal, but Wang Xuan, whom he loathed.
Recalling earlier, himself addressing him as an elder while Wang Xuan called him a boy, he couldn't contain his anger and disgust.
