367 The Cemetery

On the field, thousands of cultivators were bowing down towards Ling Xian. Their movements were clean and in unison. The expressions on their faces were also the same. There was respect, and also regret.

How grand of a scenery!

To have thousands of cultivators, all of different ranks and ages, to bow down to one person. This kind of power was only possessed by immortals.

Yet here they were, everyone was bowing down to Ling Xian. This meant, at this very moment, the entire Yan Clan was respecting him and admiring him!

Accepting everyone's apologetic emotions, Ling Xian's lips curled up. The anger he felt before dispersed like the smoke.

He was never narrow hearted. He simply did not want to trek all the way to the Yan Clan to lend a helping out in exchange for humiliation.

How could he not be angered? Anyone else would be.

But since Yan Xiong Fei was bowing down to him, and everyone was bowing down to him, the anger of course disappeared.