บท 317: Grace

In the sky, many foundational cultivators bathed in the teleportation light and walked out of the Palace of Fortune.

Everyone was exuding powerful temperaments that were as heavy as the valleys.

After all, these people went through two tests of the Palace of Fortune, they experienced cruel slaughtering. All those who survived were top talents and powerhouses of the foundational level.

However, within these powerful cultivators, one person appeared utterly ordinary without any forms of energy seeping out of him. He appeared like an ordinary mortal who never began to cultivate.

Despite this, out of everyone here, he was the most attention-grabbing.

This person's brows were like shooting stars, his visage extraordinarily handsome and a vague smile almost hung on his lip. There was absolutely no Qi seeping out of him, yet there was something rhythmic about him that was hard to describe.

On top of that, his temperament was calm and simple, like a laid-back immortal.