The Great Elder stood there in a fluttering gray robe, his face lean, hair loose, and figure tall. He was actually very calm and not particularly intimidating.
Yet, everyone had a feeling that this person could swallow mountains and rivers, overlooking the ninth level of heaven, truly unapproachable. Otherwise, disaster might befall them.
This was a warning and more of an instinctual intuition. All the experts present were apprehensive, even fearful, feeling uneasy when facing the Great Elder.
It was quite strange to say, the Great Elder showed a bland expression, with no joy or sorrow, but this deterrent power was silent, invisible, and inherent, causing many to shiver.
"So it was a senior." The person from the Wang Family, who had just asked who it was, now looked abashed, not daring to be forceful, much less aggressive.
