"This item is fated to be with my Holy Sect. I have come to retrieve it."
Hearing this resonant declaration, the group of Foundation Establishment Masters who had been on the verge of making a move all froze, their expressions turning complicated as they looked in the direction of the voice.
Before the voice had faded, a cyan cloud shot over from the distant horizon.
Atop the cloud, a middle-aged Daoist revealed his form. He had a gaunt face, eyes as placid as still water, and wore a dark green Daoist Robe.
He didn't intentionally exude his powerful aura.
But the profound aura of a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Great Master instantly spread out like invisible mercury.
The Foundation Establishment Early Stage and Middle Stage Masters, who had been restless and eager to act, felt their hearts clench. It was as if a great mountain had been pressed upon their shoulders.
