Bai Chuwei remained indifferent to the thunder outside the hall, dismissing it as nothing more than the impotent rage of the pathetic Heavenly Dao.
With the Creator God personally sending the Heavenly Dao to its demise, this world would gradually witness its dissipation.
As the ancestor, Bai Chuwei was quite attentive to the clan leaders of these Ancient Remnant Clans, watching them turn deathly pale and tremble uncontrollably, despite trying to hold themselves together in the face of the thunder outside the hall.
Bai Chuwei sighed, realizing that these clan leaders truly inherited their ancestors' cowardice, as expected.
Bai Chuwei smiled faintly, "What's there to be afraid of?"
The young girl in white lazily reclined on the rose throne, her fair fingers lightly lifting as gleams of light spilled, drawing a bolt of thunder from beyond through the hall window, dancing at her fingertips.
