In the Grand Canyon, rows of wine jars and Jade Cups lay set out, rich fragrance drifting in the air.
In the night sky, Qin Ming's robe sleeves fluttered as he stood wreathed in cloud qi, carrying a detached, otherworldly coldness, like a Banished Immortal who disdains the mortal world's splendor—standing alone, with only the gentle breeze and fine wine for company.
Yet this very "Heavenly Guest," with wide sleeves dancing, radiance coiling around his body, and an air of aloof distance, had just now displayed thunderous might, annihilating five Grandmasters with a single hand.
Under the cover of night, the Huang Family members who had been self-assured, as well as the forces that had come to support them, fell instantly silent, frozen where they stood.
The famed elder who had not long ago publicly pointed at Qin Ming's nose now leaned against the ship's rail, his legs somewhat weak, the back of his robe already soaked with cold sweat.
