The man's appearance was cold and stern, his figure tall and upright. His eyes were deep and dark, like stars in the night sky, flickering with an uncertain brilliance.

None of the young cultivators present recognized this man.

They all retreated with shock, vigilance, and fear, preparing themselves for anything.

But within Ling Hua, it was as if a thunderstorm had erupted. The broken immortal pill in her hand almost flew away, her chest heaving violently, unable to contain her emotions any longer, tears welling up in her eyes.