At this moment, she inexplicably sensed that what was happening ahead was of great importance—it might even determine the rise or fall, the very survival, of her clan.
Thus, even though she was reluctant to disturb Luo Zhiwei, she couldn't help but follow.
"!!!"
Then, the moment they stepped into the courtyard, both women froze in place, the expressions on their faces instantly hardening.
In the courtyard, Luo Zhiwei—the one they had assumed to be the source of the phenomenon—was standing guard at the entrance, her focus sharp and alert.
Looking past her figure, the two women clearly saw a young man suspended cross-legged in the void. A majestic spiritual aura surged around him like a raging sea, churning and crashing. The pressure and Thunderbolt from the sky were aimed directly at him, like a primeval beast choosing its prey to devour.
By now, the two women understood perfectly well that the one causing all this wasn't Luo Zhiwei, as they had assumed, but Zhong Ming.
