Under Ye Zhen's gaze, a figure suddenly squeezed out of the air in front of the statue.
That's right, it was a sensation of squeezing.
It was as if a pair of invisible hands forcibly parted the air, and then, a figure emerged from behind the air, appearing abruptly and without warning on the meditation cushion in front of the statue.
In an instant, Ye Zhen was dumbstruck.
As a martial artist, he was all too aware of how terrifying this situation was!
Fleshly body teleportation, what kind of divine skill could this be?
"Greetings, Sect Hierarch!"
As the loud voice of salutation rose, Ye Zhen also understood who this person was who had appeared out of thin air, and he followed Tian Guizhang, Yao Sen, and others in paying respects.
Even Yua Hanjing, who had just entered the Ritual Altar and was glaring at Ye Zhen with red eyes, hurried a few steps forward to greet this mysteriously appearing Sect Hierarch in front of the statue.
