Wang Jixuan stood with his hands behind his back, eyes closed, waiting quietly.
Gao Huating's singing had a soothing effect on the divine soul, greatly alleviating the restlessness and discomfort lurking within Wang Jixuan's heart at this moment.
The restlessness was due to the stillness that prompted action;
And he indeed had been quite irritable previously.
When traversing the past, no one knew his name, and if they didn't intentionally reveal themselves, even the Heavenly Dao would struggle to find his traces. At that time, he had all the initiative.
But now, after returning to the present world, that initiative had swiftly diminished.
Po Luo's power was vast, and the current order of the Immortal Realm was seamless in its severity. Although there were gaps between the Eight Great Immortal Palaces, they were interconnected, their complexities hard to enumerate.
But he was merely a newly risen immortal.
