Da Chen, Thunder State City.
Almost the moment Hu Zhen, an expert of the Eighth Tier, set foot in the place, the watchman of the local branch of the Star-picking Tower had already sensed something through the transmission fluctuations of the Star-picking Tower.
In an instant, the three watchmen each urgently reported to their direct superiors.
The moment the Starlight Transmission was sent, Hu Zhen had already stepped out of the Star Picking Tower's Star Gate.
Looking at the three watchmen outside the Star Gate, with just a glance, he seemed to exert an unbearable pressure on them, and they bent their waists unconsciously.
One of whose cultivation level was weaker, nearly prostrated on the ground.
"Second Elder, we pay our respects."
The sharp-eyed watchman from the Tianyang Star Hall branch immediately knelt on one knee to pay homage.
