C659 The Wise Man in the Palace of the Tao

In front of the Canglan County Mountain gate, a group of Spirit Cultivator s looked up with their heads held high. They had all been standing there for almost an hour, but not a single one of them dared to reveal even the slightest bit of impatience and complaint.

Even Iceberg, who usually wore a stern expression, tried his best to force a smile today.

In this increasingly dangerous world