As the Sword Spirit of the Fourth Generation Palace Master of Taichu Palace entered the mortal realm of Human Smoke in an instant, Wei Yuan felt that the Sword Palace's Palace Master and the Immortal Zhao Li seemed to have shrunk a few inches, no longer appearing as tall as before.
This wasn't an illusion; Wei Yuan just felt they weren't that tall anymore, no matter how he looked at them.
Wei Yuan didn't know what went wrong and was trying to adjust when suddenly, a voice as cold as a sword edge arose in his heart: "These so-called immortals are merely a few years older, just one step ahead. Now that I'm here, from now on, no matter who you face, from Immortal Venerables to commoners, you can look them in the eye."
The shock Wei Yuan felt was extraordinary. To look an immortal in the eye? Such an audacious act, he had only dared to think about it secretly before, never really doing much about it.
