Varied and terrifying, the auras clearly indicated that those beneath the ancient pine were spiritual disciples of various great sects, each one renowned as a heavenly pride, and extraordinary within their daoist sects.
As Ye Xuan and his three companions surveyed the scene, Li Zhiwei and the others sneered contemptuously, paying no heed to these individuals, for their cultivation level was mostly beneath that of the trio.
It wasn't that Li Zhiwei and his companions were arrogant, but as spiritual disciples of the Spirits Heavenly Palace, their starting point was far superior to various sects, with the Palace presiding over the Tenth Epoch; how could the trio regard sect disciples as a threat?
At this moment.
Ye Xuan remained expressionless, only a fleeting disdain passed through his gaze; to him, be it Li Zhiwei or the sect disciples, they were but pretentious fools.
