Ye Mo gazed at the white-robed elder before him, resembling a deity from a painting, and the aura surrounding him seemed to be embedded in endless planes, making it impossible to discern his cultivation level.
Moreover, he exuded a kind of aura that embraced everything, as if any object before him could receive forgiveness.
"Who are you?"
Ye Mo's expression changed slightly as he couldn't help but ask.
"I am the dean of the Immortal Martial Academy."
The elder said indifferently.
Hearing this, Ye Mo's expression was also one of surprise, as he hadn't anticipated that the elder before him would be the dean of the Immortal Martial Academy. At this time, Dragon Glarax completely restrained itself, not daring to act rashly.
Dragon Glarax, now possessing only astonishing-grade willpower, might expose itself with any movement, being noticed by the dean.
"Greetings, Master Dean."
Ye Mo cupped his hands in salute.
