"That's impossible!"
Within the Yaochi Saint Palace, Yue Qian abruptly stood up, his complexion the grim color of settling bruise, his aura tumultuous, clearly enraged beyond measure.
"On Mount Sumeru, how can there be such terrifying prohibitions? Who could possibly reach the top under conditions of True Essence suppression?"
Yue Qian's eyes scanned the group of people around Lin Haotian, his demeanor grim as he sneered coldly: "Who did it? Who?"
Who knows who did it!
Elder Jian stole a glance at Yue Qian. Regardless of who had done it, it was somehow pleasing to the nerve. Looking at the Third Saintess, her face nearly bursting in laughter. If the situation were different, she might even be giggling outright.
Lin Haotian was in such a wretched state, a state he'd never been in before. Who could have imagined that Lin Haotian, usually immaculate in white, near perfection personified, and so lofty, would have such a disgraceful day?
