The words instantly threw the crowd, whose sleep had been disturbed, into an uproar.
The Vice Sect Leader of the Flower Moon Sect, a woman of such high status, was now humbling herself, serving the white-haired man in the chair with the deference of a vassal.
'This man's identity is anything but simple!'
For a moment, the crowd exchanged glances. Then, someone spoke.
"This is no place to linger!"
With that, he turned and left, vanishing from sight in a few quick leaps.
But most of the crowd remained, eager to see what was going on.
Just then, the Unclean Monk from the Joyful Zen Temple stepped forward, pressed his palms together, and sighed.
"Amitabha Buddha. You are truly worthy of the name Demon Evil God. Such tyrannical Palm Power!"
"What? That young man is the Demon Evil God of legend, Fang Shuwen?"
"He's not some giant... In fact, he looks quite refined. How can he be one of the Evil Gods and Demons?"
The Great Monk's words left the crowd dumbfounded once more.
