The atmosphere in the courtyard had reached its breaking point.
Spiritual Qi surged from the clan elders like raging storm tides as they prepared to suppress Song Tianyu by force. Several oif the elders had already taken a step forward, and their expressions had turned hostile. They no longer cared if he was the precious son of the Patriarch.
'Oh! Boy!' Gu Fan finally took the situation seriously and he already had a hand in his inventory, ready to pull out anything or even everything if necessary.
Yet just as the conflict was about to erupt.
Creak!
The doors of Bamboo Spring Pavilion slowly opened, and the faint sound instantly silenced the entire courtyard.
In less than a second, a bone-chilling aura drifted from within the pavilion, causing the temperature of the surroundings to drop several degrees. A visible layer of frost spread across the edges of the wooden porch, and even the ground got covered in a layer of ice.
Everyone instinctively turned toward the entrance.
