When Ween Zhiyi stood firm at the center of the stone platform, the stage fell into deathly silence.
Under the oppressive might of her overwhelming sword aura, the assembled martial cultivators and magic cultivators fell silent; not only did no one dare to make a sound, but some were even forced to hold their breath.
As Ween Zhiyi's gaze swept over the area, only a dozen or so did not evade and dared to meet her eyes directly.
The silver-armored girl paid little attention to the martial cultivators present. After scanning the area, she looked towards Chu Xisheng, her eyes like an icy lake slightly rippling.
Chu Xisheng felt a chill in his heart and was secretly curious.
Why was this woman staring at him?
Was it because he had defeated her descendant in the Returning Ruins before? That Ice City Young Master, Zhangsun Bingquan?
Was she that petty?
Yet looking at her demeanor, it didn't seem as if she bore any enmity.
