The sound of the rain was soft and pattering, falling beneath the eaves like a curtain of silver threads.
The atmosphere within the main hall was subtly delicate.
Xu Yuan did not understand why everything had suddenly become quiet, nor could he fathom why the three people beside him were staring at him in silence.
It was a standoff of stares.
Glancing at Xu Yinhè on the main seat, then at Feng Jiuxuan standing at the doorway, Xu Yuan retracted his gaze, looking inquisitively at Xu Changge opposite him.
"......"
Xu Changge directly ignored Xu Yuan's gaze.
When Feng Jiuxuan's sword at his side gave off a faint, barely perceptible tremor, he could sense some weak fluctuations, but they were not very clear.
Although he also practiced swordsmanship, it was no longer pure.
Moreover, in terms of cultivation attainment, he was slightly less seasoned compared to his father and uncle, unable to make a decisive judgment.
"Ting——"
