The Treasure Appraisal Convention started even more abruptly than Yang Zhen had imagined. While he was still thinking about how to blend into the crowd, the convention had already begun.
Above Qianyuan Ridge, the terrifying Heaven and Earth Qi swirled like a giant vortex, enveloping the entire ridge.
Yang Zhen stared dumbfounded at the violent whirlwind of qi above Qianyuan Ridge, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring as if someone was undergoing a tribulation. His face was full of absurd expressions.
"Isn't this a bit too casual?" The sneaky cat also wore a look of absurdity on its face. Somehow, it managed to bite a hole in the sleeve of Yang Zhen's robe, poking its head out with disdain, "Fake, it must be fake. Shaking Light Holy Land and Third Mountain Sacred Land must be up to something, surely they have an ulterior motive."
