Cluck... cluck cluck...
At the deepest part of the Celestial Guard Hall.
The heavenly light was obscured, and both the Taiyin and Taiyang seemed to be veiled by a faint fluctuation. Song Yan's True Domain felt less oppressed and hence appeared more relaxed, as if the transparent tight-fitting clothes he wore suddenly expanded, transforming into a giant.
Deep inside, in the center of a broad, high-domed golden hall, a man with a half-decayed body and half retaining the appearance of an immortal was sitting with his chin in his hand.
The arrival of Song Yan startled him, causing him to slowly lift his face.
"Senior, I mean no offense," Song Yan instinctively said polite nonsense, engaging in tactical interference. Whether it succeeded or not didn't matter, it was just a matter of moving his lips.
Cluck... cluck cluck...
The strange sound continued.
Song Yan squinted his eyes and suddenly struck, without any warning.
