Most of them shared similar opinions about James.

James was merely a cultivator at the Sage Rank’s Tenth Stage. What would he know about Sacred Blossoms?

Even if he happened to know about them, it was most likely from reading records of them in ancient books.

How could a cultivator with such a low rank recognize that the patterns on the stone formed a Sacred Blossom?

To top that, so many powerhouses were present, yet none of them was able to figure it out.

“A Sacred Blossom? It’s best to stay quiet if you don’t understand anything. Do you even know what Sacred Blossoms are?”

At that moment, a man walked out of the crowd. He had a human appearance but had a pair of black wings on his back.

His nose was slightly pointed, which was somewhat unusual.

The bird-looking man had been observing Xainte for a long time but could not find a chance to strike up a conversation. He seized his chance and walked over to her.

With the demeanor of a gentleman, he introduced himself, “Hello, Xai