Wangyue Island Main Peak, inside the Cyan Wood Pavilion.
Qin Ming's gaze lightly swept over everyone present.
At the lower part of the grand hall.
Nalan Xi, Guu Qingzhao, and Wei Wuya, among others who had a good relationship with Qin Ming, all felt very complicated emotions.
Those who once interacted as fellow Daoists, in just a few short years, now had to address him as an elder True Monarch and pay respects.
From now on, their identities would change, with clear distinctions between high and low.
The gap between the Golden Core and the Nascent Soul, like the difference between a swallow and a swan, is not just a small disparity.
Qin Ming's achievement of the Nascent Soul means he has become a prominent figure who can influence the winds and clouds in the Cultivation Realm, respected in any place within the Human Realm.
"Are you two disciples of Lihuo Palace? Why come all the way to our Southern Wilderness unprovoked?"
Qin Ming asked calmly, fully aware of the answer.
