Twenty prodigies gathered, each with their own thoughts.
Apart from Ling Jiao, the remaining prodigies were at least outwardly respectful to Qi Yuan and harbored a great deal of curiosity as to which Yin God's offspring this strange man could be.
Throughout the Eastern Soil, there were, after all, only a few Yin Gods.
At this moment, the mighty Feng Lan appeared, followed by the graceful and lithe Xianzi of Wind and Moon, her jade hands wrapped in white gloves, concealing her fingernails and fingers.
The prodigies present then all looked towards Feng Lan, their eyes filled with respect.
"Greetings, Elder Feng Lan!"
In regard to the Purple Mansion's power, these prodigies naturally granted respect.
Feng Lan nodded, looked at Qi Yuan who was carrying a turtle shell on his back. His voice, slick with an odd look, began speaking, "All of you are the young prodigies of our Eastern Soil, bearing the heavy responsibilities of your sects.