The atmosphere in the Great Hall of the Holy Soul Temple was incredibly oppressive.
The seven top powerhouses of Mu Xuanshan were mentally on the verge of collapse, suffering more than death.
Luo Tianran, whether there was anything or not, constantly emitted a terrifying pressure, well-controlled to neither harm them nor oppress them strongly.
"Master, you summoned us; may I ask what your instructions are?" Mu Xuanshan was the first to speak, showing utmost respect, more than he showed to his own grandfather.
Luo Tianran sat at the main seat, tapping his fingers as if contemplating something significant.
Seeing Luo Tianran not replying, Mu Xuanshan dared not ask more, and the seven of them continued kneeling in the main hall, not daring to breathe heavily.
After a while, Luo Tianran suddenly asked, "In the Main God Realm, who is the most beautiful woman?"
Hearing this, Mu Xuanshan and the others were dumbfounded, nearly passing out in shock.
