The crowd suddenly turned their heads.
In the corner of the hall, a man wearing a yellow dragon robe slowly stood up.
His figure was burly, his countenance imposing, his eyes like two golden suns, exuding a domineering aura that seemed to look down upon the world.
His entire body was wrapped in the virtual image of a five-clawed golden dragon, its dragon might majestic and causing the whole divine hall to tremble slightly.
"Venerable Bai Lie?"
The silver-armored woman, Silver Moon, raised her brows slightly, her tone carrying a hint of surprise.
"You want to help Ye Jiang?"
The other powerful beings also turned their eyes.
The hunched elder coughed lightly, his withered wood cane tapping the floor: "Daoist Bai Lie used to be the King of Huanglong civilization's previous generation, wanting to help Ye Jiang, it makes sense."
"After all, that lad hails from Huanglong."
The crowd nodded slightly.
