With Yang Jian's cry of surprise, the Palace of the Polestar instantly fell into dead silence.
At this moment, everyone's gaze was fixed on the middle-aged Daoist, their eyes revealing shock and amazement.
The middle-aged Daoist was now bound up with bright red silk like a wrapped dumpling, his face bruised and swollen, his once-green Daoist robe tattered and worn.
Having been pulled out by Yu Yuan from the Glazed Bottle, his face turned exceedingly pale as soon as he recognized his surroundings and he instinctively lowered his head, avoiding the eyes of the surrounding Immortal Gods.
The crowd of Immortal Gods present could hardly believe their eyes.
The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, how exalted and above they were!
In the eyes of the countless Immortal Gods of the Three Sects and Six Paths, the Chan Sect was reputed to "uphold the Heavenly mandate, oversee the Dao, and command all immortals in all directions."
