The fifty years passed quickly, and nearly all those who came to listen to the lecture had arrived.
As for those fallen beings, their seats of meditation remained empty; no life filled their places.
However, Di Jun still had a doubt, and that was about the Twelve Ancestor Witches.
The time for the Saint to give his lecture was fast approaching, so why had not one of the Twelve Ancestor Witches appeared?
Had they not come at all?
Or had Hong Jun excluded them?
Just as Di Jun pondered, without warning, Hong Jun appeared.
He instantly took in the cultivation realms of all beings present, even Di Jun's which was clearly evident in front of Hong Jun.
Di Jun felt Hong Jun's gaze and found it quite uncomfortable, a sensation of unease.
To his surprise, Hong Jun was also astonished by Di Jun's cultivation; Di Jun was now only a thin line away from the Hong Jun of old.
