"A mere mortal cultivator from the Lower Realm..."
"Aren't you going to enter and pay respects to the Immortal Monarch? Waiting here for such a long time, isn't it rude?"
As the immortal official spoke, all the guests in the Golden Palace, along with the White-Robed Immortal drinking wine on the high seat, turned their heads simultaneously to stare at Xu Xing. It seemed as if every single one of them was questioning him. Each sentence became like a deadly chant.
"How audacious!"
"What manner of mountain sprite or wild demon dares to act so insolently before me!"
Xu Xing's gaze was cold as he looked upon the hall teeming with serpents, insects, rats, and ants, and at the skeleton on the main seat of the Golden Palace, yet he remained composed.
However, when the immortal official approached within three steps of him, Xu Xing coldly snorted. He finally spoke, his voice like spring thunder, scaring the Yellow Weasel Immortal Official into retreating several steps.
