Wang Lin was used to being gazes focused on him at these kinds of events. His expression remained the same as his white clothes fluttered and he calmly walked forward.

“This person… Who is he?”

“He came alone and dared to come at the 9th drum beat. Could it be that he has some special identity?”

“This person is very unfamiliar…”

Soft discussions began among the crowds as Wang Lin walked past the thousands of people, 108 Jins, 72 Saints, 36 Zhangs…

As he walked forward, more and more gaze gathered on him, and the buzz became louder and louder.

“Where is he going to sit?!”

“He dares to head to the front. Two of the four seats in the front are prepared for the Grand Empyrean and the imperial teacher. The last two seats are reserved for the two ancestors of the Ancient Dao that are still alive!!”

Among the last four remaining seats, one was in front with three behind it. As Wang Lin walked toward the 18 Kings, seven of them actually stood up and clasped their hands at Wang Lin.

With this, the 100,000 people went into an uproar and the discussions became even more intense...

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