Under the moonlight.
The blazing flames from the Qianhe Sect soared directly into the sky.
Everyone knew that the Qianhe Sect would become a pile of ruins.
At this moment, Jishan Academy was silent.
Jishan Academy, which had repeatedly accused Chen Yang of being arrogant and murderously intense, finally genuinely felt an ominous sense of a storm approaching.
Jishan Academy, council hall.
A middle-aged man in a gray long robe exuding an aura of elegance stood at the doorway, slightly raising his head to gaze at the vast distance of raging flames.
Just standing there, he remained silent for a long time.
A group of elderly men behind him were all restless yet said not a word.
Clearly visible, many faces could not hide their worry.
Even the leading middle-aged man's forehead, tightly knitted, was beading with cold sweat.
