That streak of blue cloud in the sky did more than merely overawe the entire artifact-sect.

Even in the far-distant towns at the foot of the mountain, every cultivator bent low in salute, chanting, "We respectfully welcome Perfected Master Qingfeng."

The instant that blue cloud came streaking in, it drew every eye at once.

"He seems to be heading toward us."

Zhu Jue struggled to maintain the golden body's composure, while Wu Dao'an felt even his divine spirit beginning to waver, his voice trembling. "The truth is... the truth is we count as being on the same tier as him, more or less."

Great Qian and Wutong Mountain were allies.

The Custodian was the foremost seat below the Ancestor.

And there were only four in rotation.

Perfected Master Qingfeng was but the twelfth disciple of Wutong Mountain's Ancestor.

Reckoned by this comparison, what Wu Dao'an said did carry a certain sense to it.

"Then could you please stop trembling?"

Zhu Jue shot him a helpless glance. "Look at Junior Brother Shen — how calm he is."

"..."

Listening to the voices behind him, Shen Yi looked calmly toward the blue cloud in the sky.

The reason he wasn't nervous was that he'd met the man once before.

The next was that he'd long since made his preparations.

To have Great Qian rise anew, Wutong Mountain was, for the time being, a great mountain there was no going around.

This crowd of strong ones was the main force resisting the Thousand Demon Den.

Even he himself, for now, had no choice but to rely upon their shelter.

But compared to wagging his tail and begging for pity —

Shen Yi was more accustomed to making the other party see his value clearly.

"Teacher, let me introduce you — this is..."

Before Tang Yuan could finish, he was kicked aside by Perfected Master Qingfeng. "As if I need you to introduce anyone — off you go, stand to one side."

The Daoist-robed boy dropped down in a huff and walked toward Shen Yi.

Zhu Jue and Wu Dao'an had at last steeled…