The square of the True Martial Immortal Sect is vast, capable of accommodating a million cultivators.
Within it, there are not only the Human Race, but also demon beasts, and even dozens of fierce beasts from the Sea of Realms silently linger to the side.
However, now, seeing the figure slowly descending from the sky, they all stood up respectfully.
"Junior Brother Ning!" "Senior Brother Ning!"
"Sect Leader Ning!" "Realm Master Ning!"
"Master!"
Various forms of address echoed, resounding like thunder across the entire square.
Ning Qi gently pressed down with his hands, and the square instantly fell silent.
He landed in the center of the square, and everyone immediately gathered around him, while those familiar with him came to the forefront.
Ning Qi glanced over the crowd.
From his mentors and fellow disciples from the days of the True Martial Realm to the friends he made in the Mountain and Sea Realm.
