In the hidden recesses of Heavenly Que Mountain, countless pairs of eyes had somehow appeared, all fixed on the figure walking slowly towards the house.
The gazes were full of disbelief.
Because whether the figure they watched was called Nameless or Little Ancestral Master, it couldn't match the stories spoken by Shui Xi, the Vice Palace Master of Outer Heaven Palace.
Yet even so, no amount of surprise could hide the burning admiration in those gazes.
Seemingly feeling the heat of this gaze, the figure stopped.
Countless heads quickly shrank back, not daring to breathe loudly.
Creak...
The door was pushed open.
Bang...
Then gently closed again.
Xie Tian walked to the table and sat down, pouring himself a cup of Spiritual Tea.
The Spiritual Tea was cold, the chill piercing to the bone, yet like an icy rain, it extinguished the heat in his heart ignited by a word from Xie Yue.
A trial is a trial.
Slaughter is slaughter.
The trial remains unchanged.
