Zhou Yan let out a sigh of relief. At this moment, he also noticed that all the cultivators around Wenhua Palace were watching him, their expressions varied—surprise, bewilderment, and more, all sorts of looks were present.
But many of the expressions were consistent, as if they had seen a ghost, with faces showing exquisite surprise, eyes nearly popping out like those of dead fish—a look that had yet to recover from extreme shock.
Zhou Yan smiled wryly, nodding slightly to everyone, saying, "I'm sorry, the commotion was a bit too much."
"A bit too much? More than a bit, it was way too much, it affected my comprehension of the Cutting Path Secret Technique. Zhou Yan, take my Path-cutting Sword!"
Suddenly, a cold voice scolded.
The speaker was none other than Ji Wu.
At this time, however, his gaze was icy, fierce, carrying an unbearably obvious naked killing intent.
Not far from Ji Wu, Hou Ling'er's gaze was slightly cold, visibly angry as she stared at Ji Wu.
