A group of cultivators all noticed the celestial phenomenon before them, surprised and bewildered.
Someone shouted, "What's going on here?"
Another said, "Isn't this the world where one enjoys imperial privileges? How could there be thunderbolts?"
"Could it be that old scoundrel Wan Baochun is causing trouble?"
"Very likely, this ancient painting is definitely a trap."
"Indeed, the marriage selection ceremony is just an excuse by that old scoundrel!"
"..."
The more the crowd analyzed, the more astonished they became, linking all the blame to Wan Baochun.
Long Fei wouldn't miss this chance, hiding behind Su Yue and stirring, "The energy of this ancient painting surely comes from devouring the essence, qi, and spirit of cultivators. The more cultivators it devours, the stronger it becomes. We've been tricked, everyone quickly find a way out!"
Someone shouted, "Afraid of what, isn't there the talisman?"
