"Oh?"
Xing Tianyi couldn’t help but grow curious; Mo Wangchen had sothing to ask him?
Hadn’t they just t?
Without thinking much, he smiled and invited Mo Wangchen into the pavilion, "Please, take a seat first."
Soon, everyone had entered the pavilion one after another.
Only a handful were qualified to sit with Xing Tianyi, besides Mo Wangchen, Zhen Ming, and Zhang Tianhua, there were four others.
Although these four’s cultivation wasn’t as high as Zhen Ming and Zhang Tianhua, overall, they were much stronger than most present.
And from their deanor, it wasn’t difficult to see that they had significant backgrounds, likely top disciples of so major clans or factions.
In total, there were eight people in the pavilion. The Purple Extre Saint Xing Tianyi sat at the head, followed by Zhen Ming and Zhang Tianhua facing each other, and then the other four.
Mo Wangchen was the last to enter the pavilion, and he casually found a place to sit after the others, remaining silent.
"I, Zhang, have not left Xuantian for many years, so I’ve had little contact with contemporaries. This friend here has an extraordinary appearance and a stable aura, clearly not simple. May I ask your esteed na?"
Zhang Tianhua was the first to speak, gazing at Mo Wangchen, who sat at the end of the row, with a smile.
The others couldn’t help but turn their gazes as well, equally curious. Clearly, most present had crossed paths before, making Mo Wangchen seem even more mysterious.
The Eastern Desolate Northern Domain is vast, but among the younger generation, Mo Wangchen was unheard of.
Just who was he, to receive a personal invitation from the Purple Extre Saint?
"In the boundless universe, I am just one among the masses. It’s not odd that Brother Zhang hasn’t heard of ." Mo Wangchen responded with a small smile.
He didn’t belong to this world, and to the people here, he was akin to an outsider. The real and illusory realms are mutual places, not to ntion Mo Wangchen had co to another world. Naturally, he wouldn’t reveal his origins.
"Indeed, that’s true. The world is in chaos, and in recent years, various factions have been cultivating their heroes. The Northern Region has many talents erging from obscurity. Not having t is perfectly normal; this friend should be one of them. But I wonder if you hail from sowhere in Eastern Desolate, or are not from our land?" A genius sitting below Zhen Ming couldn’t resist speaking.
"My na is Mo Wangchen. Since childhood, I followed my master into the mountains for arduous cultivation, living depending on each other, having no sect or faction. This is my first venture into the world." Mo Wangchen smiled.
"Ah, so you’re a disciple trained by a reclusive master. Brother Mo is greatly talented. Coming into the world this ti, you’ll likely make a na for yourself." Xing Tianyi chuckled, understanding Mo Wangchen’s reluctance to reveal too much, and didn’t press further.
However, in Xing Tianyi’s eyes, Mo Wangchen’s every move seed calm and composed, not like soone newly stepping into the world.
"Although it’s your first ti in the world, you should understand so principles. Do you believe, with your power, you qualify to sit here?"
Zhen Ming had such a character, always competitive and proud, speaking his mind without reservation. To him, those seated here were talented individuals widely recognized in the Northern Region. What right did Mo Wangchen have to sit with them?
"I am human, as are Brother Xing and Brother Zhang. We are of the sa kind; why can’t we sit together? Or perhaps Brother Zhen thinks that we unworthy people do not deserve to sit with a non-human like you?" Mo Wangchen responded with a smile, but his words were sharp.
He didn’t wish to cause trouble, but it was evident that Zhen Ming was intentionally making things difficult for him.
Since the other party was rude, he wouldn’t be polite in return.
"You dare say I’m not human?!"
Upon hearing this, Zhen Ming slamd the table and stood up angrily, his gaze piercing towards Mo Wangchen with a cold gleam in his eyes, "Mo Wangchen, I don’t care if you’re a novice in the world; this is not the secluded forest you’re used to. Out here, without strength, you’d best be humble. Today is the gathering of the Northern Region’s pride, and it’s not your place to be arrogant."
"Am I being arrogant?"
Mo Wangchen sneered, filling his glass in front of him before drinking it down, gazing at Zhen Ming, "I haven’t said anything, yet you act full of hostility, confronting everyone you et. Do you consider yourself the king of the Northern Region, expecting everyone to respect you?"
"I don’t dare call myself king, but in front of , it’s not your place to be arrogant, ignorant child. Watch as I suppress you today!"
Zhen Ming’s eyes flashed with a cold light, and as he spoke, an imposing aura erupted from him. His Divine Sea released, floating above his head, its golden light akin to a Star River with countless stars shining brilliantly.
Around this ’Star River’, three layers of purple halos spiraled, an infinite divine power enveloping the area like a Heavenly Mountain.
The three layers of purple halos indicated that Zhen Ming’s cultivation had reached the third level of the Ancient God Realm.
Such cultivation, among the younger generation of the Eastern Desolate Northern Domain, was undoubtedly top-tier.
"Buzz..."
At the sa mont, Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, showing no fear, unwilling to back down, and also released his Divine Sea. An endless divine power surged forth to counter Zhen Ming’s oppressive divine aura.
"So, you’re only at the second level of the Ancient God Realm, and you dare act arrogantly in front of with such ager strength?"
Seeing two purple halos swirling on Mo Wangchen’s Divine Sea, Zhen Ming couldn’t help but laugh coldly.
For ordinary people, the second level of the Ancient God Realm might indeed be impressive, but for a genius like himself, it was insignificant. With just one hand, he could suppress such strength.
"Gentlen, I ask you both to calm down. Let’s discuss any matters while seated."
However, at this mont, the Purple Extre Saint suddenly appeared between Mo Wangchen and Zhen Ming with a single move.
Standing amidst the clashing divine powers, he wasn’t affected at all, a testant to the Purple Extre Saint’s might.
Had it been anyone else, they would have been knocked unconscious by the conflicting forces.
"Zhen Ming, we ca here today to gather, not for you to cause trouble. Would you kindly sit down?"
Zhang Tianhua also stepped forward, his brows furrowed, clearly displeased with Zhen Ming’s actions.
"Brother Zhen?"
The Purple Extre Saint directed his gaze towards Zhen Ming, showing a hint of anger.
After all, as the initiator of the gathering, he had invited Mo Wangchen to join them. Zhen Ming’s actions were essentially undermining his authority.
"Very well, I’ll give Brother Xing so respect and spare you this ti. I’ll deal with you after the gathering is over!"
In the end, Zhen Ming snorted coldly and withdrew his Divine Sea, the intense aura gradually dissipating. He then sat down, drinking alone, and remained silent.
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