When Su Yang and Xiao Rong entered the queue, several people in front of them turned around to look at them with raised eyebrows.
Among the crowd, almost everyone was at least an Ancient Sovereign, their powerful auras filling the air. In stark contrast, Su Yang, still in the Sovereign Spirit Realm, stood out like a flickering candle in a storm. To them, he was a mere mortal, unworthy of standing in the same line, let alone entering the Autumn Phantom Manor.
Moreover, in terms of their status, everyone present was a renowned expert, easily recognizable even by a beggar in the streets. From Sect Leaders of powerful Elite Sects to Family Heads of prominent clans. As for Su Yang, whom nobody recognized, was definitely an anomaly there.
'What is this beggar doing here? Is he seriously trying to acquire an invitation to the Autumn Phantom Manor with his cultivation base?'
