The crowd was at a loss, like monks at the end of a long journey, unable to make sense of the situation.
The two guards stationed at the mountain gate exchanged glances, their expressions simultaneously changing.
The younger Yun Qingyun was trembling all over:
"Seventh brother, this... could it be related to the two World Suppression Bureau masters we just let in?"
The whole clan was affected.
The only variable was this.
Yet, the Yun Family had always proudly considered themselves righteous for so many years, never committing any heinous acts, how could they attract a reckoning from the World Suppression Bureau.
Besides.
They were a Seventh-Grade Noble Family.
Only treason...
Treason?!
Upon this thought.
Yun Qingyun startled himself:
"No, impossible, absolutely impossible!!!"
Just as the thought arose.
A voice, cold as frost, echoed in midair over Spiritual Abyss Mountain:
