At this moment, everyone saw an old lady appear above them. She was so small and thin that her stature resembled a child's, but her bowed back and wrinkled face clearly depicted her advanced age.
"Who is that old lady?"
"Wow! She's walking on air!"
"She must be at least in the Golden Core realm. But why do I feel such overwhelming spiritual pressure emanating from her?"
The crowd murmured among themselves, speculating about the identity of this mysterious old woman.
"Matriarch?!" a middle-aged man in regal purple robes suddenly exclaimed, his voice trembling as he bowed deeply in her direction.
"This junior greets you, Matriarch!" he shouted reverently.
The rest of the elders and disciples quickly followed his example, their expressions a mix of awe and confusion.
They had no idea who this Matriarch was, as she had erased her identity from the annals of time. Yet, her presence was undeniable.
