Two figures streaked across the sky like meteors, pausing above Xuanjing City.
All the civil and military officials were in a state of panic, with many people calling out for the Immortal Teacher, ready to kneel on the spot.
Only Li Fan remained composed as always, snorting coldly: "What's the panic!"
For decades, the Grand Preceptor had commanded the court with an unchallengeable authority that had long been ingrained in the hearts of both senior and junior officials.
At this moment, his words forcibly quelled the instinctive fear of the fairies among the people, temporarily calming them down.
Yet, gazing up at the two figures of immortals above, the fear was still uncontrollable on the faces of the crowd.
In Xuanjing City, the mortals were as silent as cicadas in cold weather. The dialogue between the two cultivators continued.
