The cold, indifferent voice echoed throughout the Nine Heavens Immortal Academy.
Jun Xiaoyao's sleeves fluttered, his white attire graceful, black hair rising, each strand gleaming.
He stood amidst the vast and endless cosmos.
His gaze was aloof, overlooking ancient and modern times!
Domineering and forceful!
Swift and decisive!
What Nine Heavens!
What Restricted Area!
What Forbidden Clan!
In his eyes, not worth a damn!
"Everyone, don't misunderstand. Jun Mou is not intentionally targeting any particular Restricted Area."
"What I'm saying is that all Three Forbidden Clans are trash, no objections, right?"
Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his tone casual.
He wasn't intentionally targeting, nor was he deliberately insulting.
Just very naturally, he spoke words that, to him, seemed perfectly reasonable.
Silent all around!
Deathly still in every direction!
The entire Nine Heavens Immortal Academy was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
