The group of immortals flew to the city's outskirts but showed no intention of stopping. Instead, they flew straight to the city's center and landed directly on top of a palace. They then transformed into a radiant light and descended straight down.

At this moment, an elderly man stood with his hands behind his back on the steps in front of the palace's main hall. He had a white beard and hair, and although his expression appeared weary, his demeanor had a hidden determination.

He was dressed