Starry night suddenly lit up, moonlight sprinkled down, shining on Song Yin's shoulder. A breeze blew through the clouds, stirring his hair as if a Banished Immortal had descended to the mortal realm, which made Sun Jiubei's eyes brim with admiration as he deeply bowed in worship.
"Big Senior Brother is the most formidable person under the heavens!"
The next morning.
The Outer Sect Square had already gathered a crowd.
The previous day's assessment had concluded, and by today, everyone had arrived at the Outer Sect Square first thing in the morning, waiting for the Immortals of the Jinxian Sect to come and greet them.
Xiahou Chi was also among those waiting.
"Achoo!"
At that moment, he hugged his arms tight, his body shook a little, and he cursed, "Damn, it's really cold!"
"Big brother, it's normal to feel cold,"