Qin Ziteng watched as the elder departed, and his expression suddenly became elusive. Deep within his eyes, there was a chilling gaze that seemed capable of freezing the heavens and earth. An invisible pressure emanated from his body as if anyone who approached him would be reduced to dust and bones!
"Demon Slaying Altar!" Qin Ziteng muttered through gnashed teeth. As his voice fell, he turned towards a darkened corner. "Xuan Yi!"
"Greetings, Patriarch!" A raspy voice responded from the shadows. Shortly after, a figure shrouded in darkness emerged within the hall. He seemed as if he had no physical form, completely merging with the darkness around him. When one's divine awareness scanned the area, it could only sense a void, utterly incapable of detecting anyone there.
