Hmm?
As Chen Tian'en was still puzzled, suddenly, a white figure floated down from high above.
In an instant, the atmosphere from all directions grew oppressively tense, and the figure landed atop the pavilion.
"Path-Entering Peak aura!"
Detecting his opponent's aura, Chen Tian'en's pupils imperceptibly narrowed.
"Such a lively spectacle!"
Before the crowd could react to their astonishment, from beyond the mountain gate, a grand voice packed with concealed vigor resounded, instantly quelling the atmosphere.
Soon after, a mysterious figure moved like wind and fog, fleetingly passing across the red carpet and arriving.
"Osmanthus Sect? Such arrogance. You dared cripple a disciple from my Falling Sunset Mountain, yet dream of holding an inauguration ceremony today? Western Province's representatives, your nerves have failed you!"
Suddenly, the voice thundered once more. On top of the towering mountain gate, a gray silhouette stood motionless.
