The gaunt elder hurriedly saluted, a smile plastered on his face:
"When the time comes, I hope the Supreme Venerable will take care."
The bald youth smiled, the smile carrying an inexplicable nuance, and then he said no more, his figure gradually fading until it disappeared entirely.
The gaunt elder slowly straightened his body, the previous humility and flattery vanished, leaving only coldness and solemnity.
He raised his head, looking toward the boundary.
Dozens of late-stage Unification Inner World Cultivators broke through the boundary, with a trace of fervor and longing in their eyes, following that bald youth, quickly disappearing into the horizon...
"See where they are going."
The gaunt elder spoke softly, his eyes flashing with a hint of elusive, intertwined dread and trembling killing intent.
But he suppressed that killing intent.
The silent figure of a middle-aged cultivator appeared before him, respectfully holding a jade dish.
