"I'm going to deal with the loose ends first." Thunder Control the Great Saint's elegant brows furrowed.
With a flick of her sleeve, a dreamy, azure divine light flowed from Thunder Control the Great Saint, swiftly enveloping Saint Luoshan, Chen Kui, and the other guardian Saints.
HUMMM. The guardian Saints' eyes glazed over with confusion.
"..." Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, was speechless.
In his opinion, there was nothing worth hiding.
Fang Yang had already reached such a high status. Whether he hid his trump cards or not, he would still draw significant attention from the other Venerable lineages.
......
The sky was dim, blanketed by dark clouds.
A cold wind rose, and a light rain began to fall, stippling the surface of a pond with endless ripples.
At this moment, Lin Shenghuang stood motionless before the pond, lost in a daze.
