Everlasting Monarch sat on the main chair with a cold expression. His disciples stood to his sides with their hands resting on their swords’ hilt and had a vicious glare, resembling a butcher sharpening their blade.

Remember, this was Longevity Valley, the orthodox branch of the system. Disciples from any other powers would be docile in its territory to the point of being overly cautious about their appearance and manner.

This wasn’t the case for these disciples, acting as if this was their own backyard. It was as if they were ready to fight at the first sign of discord, not giving a damn about Longevity Valley.

Time continued to pass and the valley still hasn’t sent any big shot to greet the monarch. This was certainly...