"Cheng Ying."
The tall man beside the woman in palace attire turned his head to glance at Winter Hunting Zhenren, "We are guests; don't cause trouble."
Winter Hunting Zhenren felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, using great effort to prevent himself from immediately breaking the connection and returning to the present world. Although they only logged into the Treasure Pavilion through divine sense, there were differences among divine senses. If the woman's divine sense was likened to a sharp sword that could easily pierce through Winter Hunting Zhenren, then the tall man's divine sense was like a storm, and even a casual glance made Winter Hunting Zhenren feel as if his divine sense was being torn apart!
Seventh-Turned Immortal Monarch!
He was actually facing... a Seventh-Turned Immortal Monarch!
