The originally noisy venue instantly fell silent.
The seriousness of the two patriarchs made the atmosphere in the venue extremely oppressive.
"Bam—"
Some of the Mu family disciples who had yet to produce their pills immediately exploded their pill furnaces and destroyed their pills.
Standing in front, Mu Tanzhi exuded an intense aura rose as he stared at the two patriarchs.
"Fellow Daoist Chunhui, are these—?"
Patriarch Tao Ran lowered his voice and did not move his eyes from the two pills.
The Mu family's patriarch also approached the pills, his eyes flickering with green light.
After a moment, he sighed slightly and said softly, "Unfortunately, they missed by a hair."
Patriarch Tao Ran shook his head and slowly sat back down.
The oppressive atmosphere in the entire venue slowly dissipated.
Countless people gasped for breath.
