When Chen Xi seemed to be about to enter into conflict with the robust man, a group of cultivators immediately charged out from Seaview City and pulled Chen Xi to the side.

“Fellow Daoist, please excuse us. That’s the Third Powerseal Disciple of the Divine Institute, Gongsun Mu, that has arrived, so you shouldn’t offend him.” One of them spoke in a low voice. It was a form of reminder and a warning as well.

The Divine Institute? Chen Xi’s eyes narrowed, and he didn’t flare up and allowed the robust man to open up a path for the enormous and savage looking bronze chariot.

“Reward!” When the bronze chariot passed through the entrance, a low and indifferent voice sounded out from within it.

“Yes.” The robust middle aged man nodded respectfully, and then he withdrew a storage pouch and tossed it to the captain of the group of guards.

“Thank you, Young Master.” The guard captain cupped his hands and as he spoke, and his attitude was nether humble nor arrogant.

After they sent the bronze chariot off with their gazes, Chen Xi finally said, “This disciple of the Divine Institute really put on a show.”

“Fellow Daoist, you’re probably unaware that Gongsun Mu’s origins aren’t simple. He himself is already the future patriarch of the Gongsun Clan, and his natural talent is peerlessly...