From the entrance came the respectful greetings of the doorman, and instantly all the cultivation bigwigs present looked towards the doorway.
A youth with noble appearance arrived, dressed in a retro black robe, possessing a remarkable demeanor, accompanied by a little boy with a crown on his head and an indifferent expression.
Ye Wen looked at the expectant eyes of everyone and couldn't help but snort through his nose, the contempt in his heart growing stronger.
Indeed, a group of cultivators with extremely poor cultivation base; none of them could even hear his murmur just now.
And yet, these cultivators can represent the pinnacle of a nation's cultivation world, utterly laughable!
If it were on their continent, these so-called bigwigs would only be worthy of doing menial tasks.
Ye Wen maintained his composure and led the little boy beside him into the hall.
Immediately, the bigwigs of China's cultivation world flocked enthusiastically to greet them.
