Outside the Divine Convenience Store, atop the second ship construct that parked itself in Fanling City's airspace.
An old man in deep purple robes and veiled with misty aura had his arms clasped behind his back as he looked down at the cultivators below with his Void Refinement Stage aura pressing against everyone's shoulders, pushing them down on their knees.
"Esteemed senior, this is Fanling City. May I ask your name and purpose for this forceful arrival?"
His voice was strained under the crushing weight of the old man's aura, his Nascent Soul Stage cultivation barely holding him upright. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes burned with defiance as he hovered before the massive ship construct.
The old man in purple robes had his face etched with the indifference of someone who'd seen empires rise and fall. He glanced down at Wei Xian as if noticing an ant for the first time.
