Listening to these discussions, Wang Mang slowly stood up.
As he ceased channeling the power of the Great Dao, the barriers surrounding the altar gradually dissipated.
In an instant, various people appeared in Wang Mang's line of sight.
There was a young man from a wealthy family, adorned with a mid-rank Level 7 top-notch divine weapon.
Or the rogue cultivators who gathered together, discussing Wang Mang animatedly.
In the corner, there were a few middle-aged men in shabby clothes, each accompanied by several youths.
Without exception, all their gazes fell upon Wang Mang.
Meeting everyone's gaze, Wang Mang casually strolled out of the altar.
With each step Wang Mang took, the crowd's breath hitched.
Seeing Wang Mang's expressionless face, the people chose to clear a path for him.
Although it was very puzzling why there was only one person inside the altar,
they knew well that someone who could use the designated teleportation altar was no ordinary person.