Inside the palace, the expression of the man in the purple robe shifted drastically. Despite his cultivation level, he felt a faint, almost irresistible urge to kneel; the sheer pressure of this might was driving him to the brink of madness.
"He has been in secluded cultivation for a hundred years! What kind of divine ability has he practiced to possess such terrifying pressure?!"
As for the young matron, her body trembled so violently that she was pinned to her seat, unable to rise, while cold sweat poured down her in streams.
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