September, the start of fall. An invigorating breeze could be felt.

It was very lively outside the Immeasurable Tower. Many people were already pulling up their sleeves while gazing at the exit of the tower. The moment Feng Feiyun comes out, they would immediately reach out to him.

There were too many old farts from the pagoda’s council here, causing the tower’s protector to feel pressured. He kept wiping his forehead with his sleeve while slowly backing away. The only thing he was afraid of was the ensuing competition that would hurt the innocent.

Divine King Long Chuangfeng rushed forward first. He stood below the huge stone monument with a golden crown atop his gray hair. He had a great stature and extravagant clothing. His belt was also cast from pure gold. His golden robes were very stylish, and he emitted a blinding radiance with a transcendent aura.

If one wanted a disciple, then one must show off their respectable side. Otherwise, no disciple would be willing to follow you.

With the Divine King standing right there, all the other people with goals naturally retreated and didn’t dare to compete with him. This was a famous...