Just as Gu Zhongtong felt he could no longer hold on, he heard Lin Fang laugh lightly, and instantly, a wave of relief washed over him.
The pressure bearing down upon him seemed to melt away in an instant, and everyone in the great hall gasped in amazement—even the renowned Demon Path Ancestral Master's lips oozed a trickle of fresh blood, which he hastily wiped away.
"It seems we are not very welcome here, are we?" Lin Fang's voice rang out softly, yet it seemed to echo in everyone's ears.
Everyone hurriedly put on a smile, and an old Taoist priest stood up and said, "Fellow Taoist truly possesses divine skills; we were presumptuous."
With smiles, the others also cupped their hands in a greeting, though what they truly thought remained unknown to all.
"A mere trifle, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning at all," Lin Fang replied very modestly.
