Han Li, observing this, waved his hand dismissively and said softly:
"I wasn't able to inform the clan about this matter earlier, so how could I blame you, fellow Daoists? No need for excessive courtesy, please rise."
"Thank you, Senior Han, for forgiving our offense!"
Only then did Elder Gu and the others feel relieved and rise, apologizing.
The blond large man and the ugly woman also rose with the others, but their faces were completely bloodless, showing extreme fear.
These two Holy Island's emissaries, thinking of having offended a newly advanced Mahayana Cultivator—and potentially the sole pillar between the Human and Demon Races for tens of thousands of years—felt understandable consternation.
Meanwhile, the large purple-gold hand in the light veil silently disappeared at some unknown time.
Du Yu, who had been immobilized by immense strength for some time, lay limply on the high platform, seemingly unable to utter a single word.
