"Well said. As a Cultivator, you should have that kind of confidence!"
Just then,
an ancient voice sounded beside him, ringing in Shen Changchuan's ears.
This made the hair on Shen Changchuan's body stand on end, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
He hurriedly turned his head to look,
only to see a mysterious old man with a white beard and hair, dressed in simple, ancient robes, who had appeared behind him at some unknown time.
This!
The moment he saw the old man, Shen Changchuan's pupils constricted.
His gaze then shifted to Shen Tingchu, who stood respectfully behind the elder.
He finally confirmed the identity of the old man before him.
He quickly lowered his head,
cupped his fist in his palm, and performed the salute of a junior:
"This junior, Shen Changchuan, pays his respects to the Ancestor!"
The man before him,
was none other than the stabilizing pillar of the Shen Clan, their only Divine Travel Realm Ancestor!
