An elder appeared on the outskirts, his back adorned with a pair of golden wings, emitting an aura capable of destroying all heavens.
"Patriarch!"
Leng Hanyu saw the elder descend and was so moved that he was about to cry.
"We welcome the Patriarch's descent!"
Seeing the elder, all the people of the Light Clan in this area prostrated themselves on the ground, as if mortals were worshipping a god who protected them.
"My goodness, the elder is a saint of the Light Clan!"
The behavior of the people of the Light Clan shocked everyone present, as they hadn't expected a saint to appear in person.
The presence of a saint was a supreme honor. Any tribe that saw one would worship them—truly the highest honor, revered throughout the ten continents!
Some cultivators could spend their entire lives without seeing a saint's face. The sudden arrival of the Light Clan's saint caused an enormous stir among the cultivators from all quarters.
