Ancient Ming Clan's Main Meeting Hall. The sun had finally set in the west as it painted the sky reddish orange. The sky started to darken, and as well as the expressions of people inside the main meeting hall.
"Are you sure you're not fabricating any of this, Elder Mao? You know that that world is just a backward world not mentioning in front of us. How would someone defeat Lai Ming, who's already at the Immortal Realm?" One of the high elders, High Elder Zhang, asked Mao Ming with doubt.