1852: C1852 Everyone Misunderstood That the Emperor Was the Son of an Ancient Sage

C1852 Everyone Misunderstood That the Emperor Was the Son of an Ancient Sage

3In front of the Shanwai Pavilion.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them with dumbstruck expressions. Some of them could not help but wipe their eyes.

What was going on?

The Pavilion Master of the Shanwai Pavilion, the only Saint realm cultivator of the Tianshui City, was actually bowing to an unknown brat. From the looks of it, he seemed to be treating the Martial Cultivator of the same generation as well?

This Silver Haired Man is a Saint?

No, impossible!

The Silver Haired Man did not look that big, how could he be the Saint Saint realm Great Expert?

If it wasn't Great Expert, then why would this Silver Haired Man be so respectful? Could it be that this Silver Haired Man had some sort of amazing background?

A background that even the Pavilion Master Sun s fear!

The Saint, no, the son of the Ancient Saint?

"Hiss!"

Thinking of this, the surrounding spectators could not help but gasp. An heir of the Ancient Saint, no wonder he was treated as a peer.

A son of the Ancient Saint, what did that mean?

On the Bright Sky Island, other than the descendants of the Divine General Yun Yan, the heirs of the Ancient Saint were the most respected, even the Holy Saint Great Expert had to treat them with respect!

"Is this the son of the Tong Xuan Ancient Saint, or is this the son of Yue Hua Ancient Saint? It is said that Ancient Saint Yuehua did not have a son, and Ancient Saint has a son. Could this be the son of Ancient Saint? "

The surrounding crowd suddenly realized what was going on.

The Profound Opening Ancient Saint and Yue Hua Ancient Saint were the only two Ancient Saint s other than Divine General Yun Yan. Their statuses were revered, second only to Divine General Yun Yan, and they controlled the two largest cities in Lingkong Island. Divine General Yun Yan also treated these two Ancient Saint s as his right-hand men.

"Damned Second Generation!"

Chu Baiyu also thought of this, his face was extremely ugly, gloomy to the extreme.

When he thought about how he almost attacked a son of the Ancient Saint, he was extremely shocked.

Other than rejoicing, there was also hatred towards Qin Yi!

You said it earlier, you are the son of the Ancient Saint, if not how would I have provoked you, and even lose so much face in front of all these people.

'Where did this young Great Expert come from? He must be at least a Third Heavenly Layer Saint realm expert like me. Such talent … '

According to what Mu Xue said, this person should be from another sky realm?

'I wonder which Heaven's Pride is coming from? '

Everyone was shocked, including the Pavilion Master Sun.

Previously, his disciple, Fairy Mu Xue had come to report that she had brought a half-step saint, or perhaps even an existence of a Great Expert Saint.

Initially, he did not care about it. The Sacred Saint Great Expert was one of the few big shots in the various cities in the Lingkong Island, how could they be so easily met.

However, under the urging of Fairy Mu Xue, he still threw his spiritual will in front of the God's gate.

This was clearly a real Great Expert, and a Great Expert that he could not see through!

Even with his cultivation at the Three Saints realm, he was unable to see through his cultivation.

How could this Pavilion Master Sun sit still? He hurriedly moved.

"I am Sun Wenchen. How should I address you, my friend?"

Pavilion Master Sun smiled faintly.

"Bai Jing."

Qin Yi glanced at the Chu Baiyu who had an unwilling face, and casually replied.

It was not that he did not want to punish Chu Baiyu or the others, but since he wanted to plunder the Shanwai Pavilion of the Black Heavenly Treasure Pill, before he could find the Black Heavenly Treasure Pill, he could not refuse the face of this Pavilion Master Sun.

He would temporarily let this matter rest for the time being.

They were merely two ants with Ascension Stage. If he wanted to, he could kill them at any time.

There was no rush!

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