"Although the Celestials are suppressed when descending to the Lower Realm, their strength is beyond doubt."
"To be honest, I am curious how you managed to do it."
Chen Yuan did not say much, "Just luck."
The White-clothed Monarch didn't comment further, but his tone was laden with implication, "Many are looking for you now, and your Primordial Spirit wandering around is not a wise move."
As he spoke, this White-clothed Monarch flicked his sleeve, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed.
Originally they were mid-air, but now appeared on the balcony outside a pavilion, viewing from afar the half-broken plaque that still read 'Sky Patrol.'
This was no illusion, but an actual scene.
The Monarch casually waved, shifting space without a trace, showcasing mysterious Divine Skills.
