"Cheng Bailou actually took out the precious Sacred Spirit Tea?" The watching hall masters were greatly surprised, unable to believe it, wondering which wire had Cheng Bailou crossed incorrectly?
"The Golden Throne, Sacred Spirit Tea! These two are the highest etiquette of the Holy Race when receiving guests. What on earth is going on with Cheng Bailou?" The crowd was astonished and began to speculate.
Even Huang Dao and the others were dumbfounded, not understanding why their hall master was being so polite to this person, who was practically bullying them by showing up uninvited.
With Cheng Bailou's level of cultivation, he naturally sensed the whispers and emotional fluctuations of the people around him. He looked at the damaged palace and the grievously weakened people of the Ancestral Saint Hall, and couldn't help frowning again, confirming, "Are you sure your prophecy is correct?"
"Definitely correct!" the Prophetic Fish said in a milky voice.
"Definitely correct?"
