Yan Feng, this newly-advanced Late-Stage cultivator, personally greeted them at the mountain gate, and gave Xu Ping a solemn bow. "I have yet to thank Fellow Daoist Xu for assisting me in breaking through to the Late Stage."
"Fellow Daoist Yan is too polite, it was but a small favor." Xu Ping cupped his hands in return.
Just as Yan Feng was leading Xu Ping and the other into the newly arranged spirit hall—
An abrupt change erupted!
Boom!
A brutal, overbearing, terrifying demonic might, like a tangible black giant mountain, suddenly descended without the slightest warning, fiercely pressing down over the entire Mystic Water Sect.
Countless disciples within the sect were cowed by this terrifying pressure; those of lower cultivation turned pale and trembled uncontrollably.
"Hm?"
Yan Feng's expression changed slightly.
Xu Ping suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing the Array light curtain to look toward the high heavens.
