The holy tower, the huge hall is solemn and dignified.
The three Pavilion Masters and Pavilion Master Hong Lao sat in the upper seats. In the middle was a man in a light blue Taoist robe, shrouded in a chaotic mist. His every move exuded a sense of simplicity and profoundness. This thin, tall, gentle and indifferent man sat in the most conspicuous and highest position in the hall. Even the Pavilion Master of the Holy Temple had to bow his head. It was the Master of Shangqing Sect.
The elders slightly restrained their arrogant attitudes and sat down respectfully. The atmosphere was solemn. This was because there were two empty seats on the two sides below, which were occupied by the two deceased elders of the Holy Temple.
As soon as Nolan Rong entered, he was pushed and staggered.
"Kneel down when you see the master!"
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