Not much later.
A rainbow-colored radiance suddenly appeared above the sky, clouds swirling about, with a clear and profound Dao Rhyme spreading from above.
Everyone instinctively looked up, and saw nine figures walking on clouds, their attire fluttering, their movements light and graceful, like Immortals descending to the world.
The one leading them was none other than Batu's eldest son, Red Wood.
He was dressed in a plain Daoist Robe, with a jade belt around his waist, his face handsome, his posture upright, looking no more than thirty years old, full of vitality, his gaze clear, surrounded by a faint Spirit Light.
Behind him followed seven or eight younger members, each dressed in uniform cultivation attire, walking leisurely, with stern demeanor, oppressing the breath of all common people present.
