Before the ancient hall, Gu Yan, Hua Yan, and the other third generation disciples were sizing Chen Xi up with curiosity, because amongst them, only Tu Meng had met Chen Xi before this.

However, they just found out moments ago that Tu Meng had been defeated by a single attack from this Martial Ancestral Uncle of theirs that had returned to the sect for just five years of time.

So, when they faced Chen Xi at this moment, all of them were rather respectful and didn’t dare act recklessly.

“Wen Ting will be leading the group when all of you head over to participate in the Dao Discussion, and she’ll be in-charge of everything during the Dao Discussion.” Wu Xuechan instructed from the side.

Wen Ting? A pretty and tranquil figure couldn’t help but appear in Chen Xi’s mind. When he returned to Oracle Mountain five years ago, he’d met her once, and he knew that she was a peak Eighth Star Imperial Monarch that was only a step away from stepping foot into the ranks of Ninth Star Imperial Monarchs.

However, Chen Xi noticed at this moment that when Gu Yan and the others heard that Wen Ting would be leading the group, all of their figures stiffened while their faces couldn’t help but reveal a wisp of a strange expression. It seemed like they were fearful yet...