Upon hearing this question, Shen Zhui and Fang Ziyou felt a jolt in their hearts.
However, both of them remained motionless, allowing the dusting brush to approach.
Immediately after, they felt a faint yet tangible force of rules circling around their bodies, moving and observing their every action.
However, Fang Ziyou and Shen Zhui were not easily intimidated. One had spent his life in the Nine Nether Domain, grown experienced in worldly matters through decades of leading a sect, and faced numerous challenges. He was unlikely to lose his sanity.
The other was younger but had weathered many storms. Having encountered many powerful figures, his courage was accordingly hardened. Shen Zhui had faced four or five genuine divine figures who never made him nervous, let alone a mere envoy of the Venerable first rank?
Shen Zhui had even slain two holy envoys of the Six Combinations, thus he felt no reverence for such beings.
In the blink of an eye, both men prepared their response.
