Suddenly.
The impassioned Brother Wang who was speaking suddenly shut his mouth, and his eyes turned towards the front of the Lone Green Hall, his body trembling.
Not only him, but the other disciples who were already present in the Lone Green Hall also turned their gaze towards the hall entrance.
At the door.
A man, holding an octagonal pagoda in his hand, walked in with steady steps, one step at a time.
The man was not that old, only three thousand or so years in root bone age, considered very young among the younger generation of the Xuanshi Divine Pavilion.
His face was calm yet determined, his nose stood high, and his eyes shone like two stars in the night sky, his complexion slightly dark, adding a bit of strength and a dominating aura to him.
He wore a gray-black long robe, slightly raised his head, and walked in under the gaze of almost everyone in the hall.
He had just walked in.
"Zhuge Wuyan is here so early?"
"His strength has improved a lot again."
