Silently, there was not even a ripple of Immortal Power.
Neither the Elders of the Snow Spirit Sect outside nor the guard disciples here reacted at all; obviously, they hadn't noticed it.
Although he was not familiar with the Wood Spirit Race of the Jisheng Sect.
Sect Leader Jiang didn't need to guess to know what these people were here for.
Having been here comfortably, already connected to the Immortal Crystal Vein, he didn't want to move.
Seeing as these people were already within a hundred zhang kill range, he originally planned to sweep them away with a single stroke of his Immortal Soul.
But in a moment's thought, he changed his mind.
With Han Ling looking down on him, he had to reclaim his dignity.
"Do you believe that in no time at all, you'll be calling me the Handsome Guy of the Immortal World?"
To this, Han Ling sneered.
"Young and handsome? Old Mountain God, you're already quite old, stop daydreaming."
