The Supreme Emperor has arrived.
Wu Dongshan was instantly drenched in cold sweat, finally understanding why everyone chose to stay silent earlier.
Wu Dongshan had seen Emperor Xu Qingfeng once before.
That was thirty thousand years ago.
The former Holy Master of the East Mountain Sect took Wu Dongshan, who was still a Saint Heir at the time, to worship in the Heavenly Court. He was fortunate enough to enter the grand hall and witness the emperor's visage.
Thirty thousand years had passed.
Great Emperor Qingfeng hadn't changed a bit, still as calm as ever, looking no different from a common person, without a trace of the terrifying aura of the 'first person in the Immortal Domain'.
But every Holy Master present knew that the more tranquil a pond, the more terrifying it often was, as it was the place not to be disturbed.
For no one knew what ferocity lurked beneath the calm surface.
Wu Dongshan took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm, and bowed deeply:
