At this moment, the cold wind rose swirling.
Snowflakes flurried in the sky.
On the plaza in front of the Heavenly Net Sect, the atmosphere was tense and confrontational, while many people in the distance craned their necks, quietly observing the change in the situation.
Not far away, there was a grove of maple trees.
The vast maple leaves couldn't withstand this bitter cold and the merciless ravages of the cold wind, and they fell one after another, floating and sinking in the wind and snow.
Some drifted to the ground, while others rose with the wind.
The world was silent, and one could hear the wind's song.
On the front plaza, a group of people surrounded Chen Yang, most of them were core disciples of the Heavenly Net Sect, especially the young man leading them, who was the closed-door disciple of the Great Elder.
His status was noble, not to mention his strength, which was extraordinary.
