Han Yanzi surveyed the people below, his tone cold and detached.
All the cultivators below bowed their heads in response.
It was at this moment.
Han Yanzi suddenly looked up, his gaze easily penetrating the grand hall and the formation, looking towards the direction of Jin.
He saw nothing, but he could faintly sense an uncomfortable aura spreading from the direction of Jin.
"Wanxiang Sect..."
Han Yanzi's gaze became serious as he stared in the direction of Jin, a trace of wariness flashing in his eyes.
Furrowing his brows in thought:
"What is the Wanxiang Sect up to now?"
"Or is there some treasure that has emerged, causing changes in the heavenly signs?"
He raised his hand to calculate, but it was like looking through a shattered mirror, all is hazy.
The cultivators below respectfully kept their heads lowered, waiting for his command.
Han Yanzi frowned and pondered for a while but ultimately found no answer.
He then stopped contemplating.
