The murky clouds engulfed Yuanfeng Building's Council Hall.
No one had anticipated that Xique Pavilion would preemptively surround Miaoshang Temple.
Within the hall, suspicion spread over every face. The fervor that had been stirring moments before dissipated in an instant, leaving the Jianghu warriors with varied expressions. Their gazes turned toward Huang Jing, his beard and hair trembling as his fists clenched tightly.
"Good. Very good!"
Waves of qi rippled outward from Huang Jing at the center, his sleeves billowing fiercely, kicking up dust from the old wooden beams. The presence of the Fourth-Rank martial artist was imposing, leaving Liuyang Daoist amazed and forcing the other experts to instinctively step back, remaining warily attuned to the aura.
After quite some time, the pulsations of energy finally subsided.
Huang Jing's face remained shrouded in shadows.
