At the stroke of midnight, they saw Chen Qing appear at his seat.
As imposing as a prison.
Just his presence there made their breathing slow down involuntarily.
The more one cultivated, the closer one approached the higher realms of cultivation, the more one could personally feel the majesty and vastness of such an existence.
Like a deep abyss, the deeper you went, the more fearsome it became.
His attitude was the most striking, treating everything with cloudlike serenity, never caring about anything.
No matter what he heard or saw, he had no reaction.
Like a deity on high.
Overlooking the vicissitudes of the world, eternally unmoved.
Neither rejoicing in external gains nor saddened by personal losses.
Just like how Xu Yaofeng and Ji Ru were when they began discussing seizing the Authority of the Death Realm; Chen Qing had no reaction.
For them, this was already a monumental event.
