As the voice fell, Mu Qing and Nianhua's eyes in the Great Hall shimmered with youthful brilliance for a moment before the other warriors also reacted.
Xiao Chen, dressed in a green robe, appeared in the Great Hall, a gentle and smooth aura radiating from him.
"Clan leader!"
"Lord!"
Unable to discern reality from illusion, the Old Ghost of the Back Mountains and Shui Fu Chen exchanged glances, a trace of unspeakable shock in their eyes. After a year of Xiao Chen's seclusion, they could no longer grasp his true state.
Previously, Xiao Chen's combat strength was astonishing, but his realm was slightly lower than theirs, and they could vaguely sense his presence. But now, they could not detect it at all.
This seemingly refined young man was truly terrifying.
