Riding the snow eagle northward, Wu Wang had also started to feel somewhat tense.
A gentleman does not stand beneath a collapsing wall, and the wise do not rush into the lair of Innate Gods.
The City Above the Clouds had become the place with the densest gathering of Divine Spirits outside Heaven Palace. Many strong gods resided within. His forceful entry would be no different from a handsome, dashing chick spreading its wings and strutting into a den of dragons and tigers.
The journey is fraught with peril, requiring caution in every action, and even more so the concealment of my unique traits to avoid attracting any attention.
Harboring this thought, Wu Wang lifted his hand to adjust a strand of hair in front of him. His Immortal Consciousness focused on the face he had disguised, which was now quite ordinary.
It was but his heroic-looking eyebrows and starry eyes, and his elegant demeanor that made him stand out, like Pan An across the realms.
