Snow Zane opened her eyes and looked at the man in the green robe in front of her, gently exhaling a breath.
"Master of Path!"
The man in the green robe appeared to be in his thirties, with a handsome and dignified presence. His face bore a gentle smile, giving off an inexplicable sense of closeness, yet his eyes were cold, carrying a sense of aloof detachment as if a Deity overlooking the mortal world. These two feelings appearing in one person seemed contradictory and bizarre.
The man in the green robe was indeed the ruler of the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain, the Ten Thousand Immortals Hall Master, the Quasi-Saint Master of Path!
Master of Path stared at Snow Zane's face and said in a leisurely voice, "Snow Zane, you turned out to be more formidable than your master, having entered the Quasi-Saint Realm."
Snow Zane sneered, "If you had known this earlier, would you regret not killing me back then, not cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots?"
