Dragon carvings and phoenix paintings, wisps of fragrance rising, the entire Hanxiao Pavilion was extravagant to the extreme, fully displaying the style of a family of heritage, Ye Xuan's gaze reached, and he saw a person sitting cross-legged on a cushion ahead, whose cultivation was only in the Saint King Realm.
In the entire Chaos Great World, a Saint King Realm is still considered a dominant force, and in this small Ice River City, it can be called an unparalleled existence.
However, to Ye Xuan, the so-called Saint King Level is no different than ants; he could destroy it with the flick of a finger.
The most amusing thing to Ye Xuan was that even though this small Saint King ahead had a damaged cultivation, he still displayed an expression of authority, as if he were a figure of unmatched power.
Petty ant, putting on airs!
A simple eight words spoke Ye Xuan's mockery, but he was not the protagonist today; the true protagonist was the young man behind him.
