Just as Wang Yang's Primordial Spirit slowly sunk into the passageway, at the base of the tallest mountain of the Pangu Clan, several people had already taken seats in the sole wooden hut.
If Wang Yang were here, he would certainly recognize a few familiar faces.
The Great Elder, with his rough features yet friendly way of speaking, the haughty yet mysteriously detailed Eighth Elder Tian Ze, and the Pangu Clan Saint who had originally been sitting on the other side of the mirror.
Apart from them, there were over twenty others in the great hall of the wooden hut.
Without exception, all of them were Saints, and the least of them was a One-Step Saint at the Peak.
The Great Elder sat at the principal seat, with everyone else looking towards him, each gaze filled with solemnity, none relaxing even though they had already Achieved Saintliness.
"How many passageways in our clan have been forced to close by now?"
The Great Elder asked from his seat.