"So you're the current head of Chang Chun Temple? Somewhat capable, but still not enough,"
Wu Yue God glanced at Tian Jizi who was flying toward them. His voice was neither hurried nor slow as he slowly stepped forward, as if ascending an invisible staircase, step by step, heading up above everyone's heads.
Meanwhile, "Ancestor Ming Quan" and "Liu Hanyu," who were originally by his side, had disappeared without a trace at some point.
At the same time, the group of Nascent Soul cultivators below finally reacted. They hurriedly suppressed the horrid shock in their hearts, raised their hands to form incantations, and attempted to attack Wu Yue God.
"I came here as a guest today, is this how you treat your guests?" Wu Yue God sighed softly.
