"Who is this Daoist fellow..."
The Supre Elder’s eyes were filled with both fear and surprise. The voice that had just entered the hall carried a touch of Immortal Might.
But now, upon coming out, he found only a little girl and a white-robed man whom he had never seen before.
He initially thought a Supre Immortal Realm powerhouse had descended upon the sect, and even as a Supre Elder, he did not dare to be negligent.
Yet now, other than this young man in his twenties, there was no one else, and on Mo Wangchen, he sensed no presence whatsoever.
Especially considering that such a young man was impossible to possess an Immortal Realm Cultivation, right?
Could it be he had sensed incorrectly?
He pondered this but dared not let his guard down, as the lack of any aura from Mo Wangchen was unsettling.
This person either truly never cultivated, or his cultivation was terrifyingly high, beyond even his own Emperor Realm third level capabilities to discern.
"Shi Yan and Zhuo Yun are husband and wife; today I brought their daughter here so that the family of three could reunite, if only for a short mont. As a Supre Elder, can’t you even satisfy this modest request?"
Mo Wangchen did not reply to the Supre Elder but rather glanced at him with an indifferent gaze and spoke thusly.
His words left Shi Yan and the gatekeeping disciple even more astonished, their hearts in tumult.
My goodness, is this young guy crazy? The person before him is the Supre Elder of the No-Thought Sect, of a status even higher than the Sect Master, a powerful figure known across the entire Eastern Desolate with his threefold Emperor Realm Cultivation.
And yet, a re youth in his twenties dared to speak so boldly in front of the Supre Elder—a thought alone striking fear into their hearts.
"Supre Elder, this... who is this..."
Shi Yan trembled slightly, understanding that Mo Wangchen’s intentions were solely for his benefit.
Even so, he had to steel himself and step forward to say sothing.
"Yun’er is my disciple and has now reached the first level of the Saint Venerable Realm, a talent and future hope of our No-Thought Sect. I have been keeping them apart with good intentions..."
Yet before Shi Yan could finish, the Supre Elder addressed Mo Wangchen instead.
What shocked Shi Yan and the gatekeeping disciple even more was the hint of submissiveness in the Supre Elder’s tone.
It seed as though, in the presence of this white-robed youth, even the Supre Elder had to adopt a humble stance.
How could this be?
The two stood speechless and overwheld, unable to understand what was happening.
However, at this mont, the Supre Elder’s heart was in upheaval because when Mo Wangchen spoke to him a second ti, a deliberate or inadvertent pressure was released.
This pressure targeted only him; Shi Yan and the nearby disciple could not sense it at all.
Upon feeling this aura, the Supre Elder’s heart convulsed with shock, assured now he had not been mistaken.
The mysterious white-robed youth before him was indeed an Immortal Realm powerhouse!
During the grand birthday of the Great Emperor of the Xuezhao Country, the Supre Elder had the privilege to attend, and he rembered the Immortal Realm Great Power’s aura vividly, identical to what Mo Wangchen had just released.
Moreover, he wondered if he was overthinking it, because it seed Mo Wangchen’s cultivation was terrifyingly high, even beyond the reach of the Great Emperor?
"Keeping them from seeing each other—what good intention is that? Zhuo Yun’s heart is with Shi Yan, and if you prevent them from eting, can you really expect her to focus solely on the Dao?"
Mo Wangchen spoke again, his gaze still calm as he looked at the Supre Elder. "This will only leave regret in her heart, possibly leading to inner demons later when she tries to prove herself as an emperor. Your actions are actually harmful to her."
"This..."
The Supre Elder was stunned, speechless in the face of Mo Wangchen’s ’teaching.’
Beside him, Shi Yan and the gatekeeping disciple were already too shocked to speak. Were they dreaming?
What kind of person was the Supre Elder?
Aside from those Saint Masters in the Eastern Desolate, he could be considered a dominant presence.
Yet such a person, whose re footstep could shake the Eastern Desolate, was today acting as obediently as a junior before this mysterious white-robed youth.
"The senior’s lesson is valuable—this old man shall allow them to et." In the end, the Supre Elder sighed.
"Se... Senior?!"
Hearing the Supre Elder’s words, Shi Yan and the gatekeeping disciple couldn’t help but tremble, staring at Mo Wangchen with gaping mouths.
Shi Yan was even more visibly agitated, having suspected Mo Wangchen’s cultivation was high, but never imagining it was so high that even the Supre Elder would address him as ’senior’?!
"Co with ."
The Supre Elder cast his gaze to Shi Yan, remaining deeply surprised internally, pondering how Shi Yan managed to know soone like Mo Wangchen.
Such a youthful Immortal Realm Great Power, not just in this era, even throughout history, might not be found.
After which, he led Shi Yan, Mo Wangchen, and Shi Yu into the main hall.
"May I ask of the senior’s origins?"
As they walked, the Supre Elder couldn’t hold his curiosity and asked.
He had traversed the Eastern Desolate for decades and had substantial interactions with powerhouses from so sacred lands and ancient martial families. These forces, while hiding many of their talents, never ntioned such a monstrous figure had erged from the Eastern Desolate.
"Just a naless wanderer..."
Mo Wangchen shook his head, not revealing his na.
In his view, to the world, he was rely a passerby, destined to leave after a century with no profound legacy to leave behind.
However, upon hearing his words, the Supre Elder’s heart suddenly jolted as if recalling sothing, his gaze turning astonished as he looked at Mo Wangchen. "Did the senior once pass through Jiangjin City?!"
Recently, an extraordinary event had taken place in the Eastern Desolate: a mysterious youth appeared out of thin air, severely injuring a Great Elder of a certain sacred land with a re glance.
People speculated about his origins, suspecting he might possess an Immortal Realm Cultivation.
Yet to this day, no one knew where this youth hailed from, not even his na, though so had asked before. That night, Mo Wangchen responded, just as he did now, with a dismissive ’Just a naless wanderer...’
Instantly, the Supre Elder connected the two figures. Truthfully, he should have thought of it sooner.
If you considered who in the Eastern Desolate realm, or even across the entire Qingling Continent, could be such a young Immortal Realm Great Power, it unequivocally pointed to the night when the Ancient Emperor Soul erged from the Tianlan Mountain Range—a youth who appeared out of nowhere.
If the Mo Wangchen before him was indeed that mysterious youth, then it solidified the public’s speculations.
He truly was a mysterious youth with an Immortal Realm Cultivation!
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