'Did she visit Yue Songli due to our public connection? But…if what Trueborn said is true, their descent should herald a greater, more obvious change.' Wei Wuyin thoughtfully pondered as he comfortably sat in his Golden Council-exclusive chair with his right leg crossed, his right arm propping his chin, and his gaze increasingly growing distant.
"You!" Someone gnashed their teeth and faintly growled. It was Yun Che! After arriving here under the possibility of an explanation and returning his Heretical Berserk Godsword, Ma Zheng, a dignified and powerful Earthly Saint, had forcefully ordered him to sit and wait. Now, a young mortal alchemist emerged from thin air and sat calmly without saying any words.
Where is that featureless face-masked, black-robed cultivator?! Or was he supposed to just wait endlessly?
