The Immortal man stepped out from the radiance.
His figure was no different from that of an ordinary person, with snow-white hair and brows, even his eyelashes seemed to carry a trace of snow velvet.
At this moment, he squinted his eyes, a smile lifting his face, yet it only made him appear even colder.
"I forgive your ignorance." The Immortal man seemed unfazed by Wu Hen's provocation, nor did he deem Wu Hen worth his attention.
"Restore this place. Since you are to take charge here, you ought to host us properly. If you treat the Nuwa Divine Race's people poorly, don't blame me for being rude," Wu Hen said.
The other man showed no intention of coming down to take a beating.
Wu Hen, likewise, had no plans to fly up, preferring to give this detached Immortal a warning.
