In just five breaths, the previously harmonious gathering in the courtyard, where everyone took turns flattering Xia Feng, had completely dissipated.
At this moment, none of them dared to look at Xia Feng below, or at the City Lord's Mansion where they just sat, as if it were a forbidden area tainted with ominousness and death.
Xia Naiwen watched the hundreds of streaks of light fleeing in the sky like they were escaping for their lives, and his expression suddenly became grave.
He turned to look at Xia Feng, and sure enough, Xia Feng's reaction was much the same; his brows instantly furrowed tightly.
Xia Feng quickly walked out of the City Lord's Mansion and looked at those from the Middle Grade Sacred Land.
The message transmission speed of these weak Middle Grade Sacred Lands was relatively slow, and their disciples had not yet arrived.
