The Thirteen Guest Reception Halls, located halfway up Dragon Tiger Mountain, had never been so crowded.
Representatives from every major power were present in the Thirteen Halls. They had all come rushing over after hearing the news, creating a tumultuous and noisy scene as they conversed with one another.
A True Immortal Daoist was stationed in each hall to prevent any incidents from occurring.
This fact secretly astonished the visitors from the various major powers. 'That's thirteen True Immortals...'
Even a few Super Conglomerates combined only had about ten True Immortals!
'This Dragon Tiger Mountain...'
At some point, a folding fan had appeared in Zhang Jifeng's hand, which he was now waving gently. Zhang Huatian, who was standing to the side, asked with a smile:
"Can your Wudang Sect match the grandeur of my Dragon Tiger Mountain?"
Zhang Jifeng glanced at him sideways.
"Our Wudang Sect can also muster about ten True Immortal Great Daoists. You can stop gloating now."
