"Achoo!"
A sudden gust of dust arose in the God-Slaying Palace of the Fate Temple.
The solemn and majestic palace was filled with the atmosphere of antiquity and vicissitude, with bluish-brown stone slabs covered in dust and cobwebs hanging at the corners where the walls met the pillars.
"There's someone..."
Hua Yuan stood with his sword slanted, listening to the sound of the sneeze echoing through the grand palace until it faded.
After ten Aura, he thought to move, but a loud muttering came from within the palace:
"So annoying, who is thinking of me!"
"If you're thinking about it, just come in and see me, don't mess around outside, it's useless!"
Have I been discovered...
Hua Yuan held his breath and focused, his footsteps undetected.
Currently in a phantom state, he left no trace like a goose flying, and under normal circumstances without revealing himself directly, it was very difficult for anyone below the Holy Emperor to detect him.
