The three governors in white followed Xu Fan's orders and left first. In the void, only Xu Fan remained, standing with his hands folded behind his back, gazing afar with a melancholic look on his face.
Like a poet with extraordinary talent, worrying about the world, yet also like a solitary martial artist waiting for his enemy in the wind.
In any case, at first glance, the powerful aura Xu Fan emitted far exceeded his own cultivation level realm.
Even an emperor-level expert, upon seeing this, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "This person only belongs to the heavens! How often does one hear of such in the mortal world?"
In the next moment, a rift in space tore open behind Xu Fan, and a figure with somewhat disheveled attire yet maintaining a scholarly demeanor emerged from the rift, looking at the lone Xu Fan with a face full of speechlessness.
