"He just up and left?" Wang Xuan and Old Chen exchanged surprised glances. Both had braced themselves for a confrontation, whether to challenge the immortal or to face the being's challenge.0

"He seemed to float above our world, as if effortlessly ascending to immortality," Old Chen remarked.0

"That's precisely how immortals should appear — majestic!" Wang Xuan chimed in.0

Though the figure had vanished, the two couldn't help but express their admiration. Their words echoed their genuine feelings.0

"If all immortals acted this way, we wouldn't constantly be on edge," Old Chen pondered. "We could focus on honing our skills in this inner realm without the constant fear of a clash."0

"It's a breath of fresh air, not seeing any pettiness. If only every immortal could be like this," Wang Xuan mused.0

Upon hearing that, Old Chen winced, wishing Wang Xuan would think before speaking. Such comments could be risky. Almost immediately, a chilling atmosphere engulfed the inner realm, signaling something amiss. Wang Xuan, sensing the change, whispered, "Old Chen, did you see that? There was a brief shimmer, like the gleam of a sword, near the entrance. And...0