From afar, a figure strode across the void, drawing closer.
Exuding an aura of immense power from head to toe, who else could it be but Yan Chihuo?
The moment this figure appeared, almost everyone present stopped talking, their eyes collectively turning toward him.
After all, this was the supreme martial artist of Xuan Country.
His white beard lent him the demeanor of a sage, looking almost like a celestial being who had transcended earthly bonds, extraordinary and awe-inspiring, evoking a sense of reverence from those around him.
Yan Nantian saw the approaching figure and immediately bowed respectfully, exclaiming, "Ancestor!"
Most of those gathered had come specifically for Yan Chihuo; at this moment, they all lowered their heads and said, "Master Yan!"
In Xuan Country, there was only one person worthy of being addressed as "Master," and that was Yan Chihuo.
No matter how many people tried to speak to him, Yan Chihuo paid them no heed.
