Han Sancheng had a kind and amicable face. Any expression on it made it difficult to associate him with anything unpleasant. He was unassuming, neither tall nor sharp-eyed. With his head full of white hair, a long beard, and a stooped figure, anyone in a marketplace would assume he was just a little old man who loved basking in the sun. He seemed as harmless as could be.
Yet, the chaotic battle that had engulfed countless beings in this mountain range ceased because of him.
Upon seeing him, people from all the major powers stopped their actions in unison, even those who had been at a critical moment in their fight, sacrificing their longevity or detonating their Magical Treasures. The next moment, they all fell silent, like sleeping kittens.
They were utterly docile.
This was not only because the seemingly amiable old man was, in fact, a Heavenly Immortal who had survived sixteen Heavenly Tribulations. It was also because of the red jade plaque hanging at his waist.
