In the space, the atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, as if a storm was brewing, and the sky was falling.
Shen Changge stood with his hands behind his back. His clothes were as white as snow and spotless as a fairy descending to the mortal world. He had an ethereal temperament and was extraordinary.
However, at this moment.
His white robe fluttered even though there was no wind. As his sleeves fluttered, a thick aura spread out from his body, as if it was about to sweep out.
"What brings you all here?" Shen Changge's eyes were cold as he broke the silence, his deep eyes staring at the old man in Black.
The black-clothed old man was obviously the leader of the eight people in front.
"Leader, these are the people from the Holy Church." Beside them, Zhang Liuyu reminded them in a low voice. He was afraid that the leader didn't know the identity of these people and would cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
