The Hundred Tribulations Holy Land was truly worthy of its name.
With just a glance, Wen Zhixing realized that the aura of the onlookers was extraordinary.
It wasn't that their individual auras were particularly strong. But whether it was their demeanor or attire, they all exuded a noble quality from within.
Faced with this sudden situation, everyone's expression was exceptionally calm.
Indeed, they are all Sons of God.
Wen Zhixing's gaze swept across these individuals. The looks they gave him were somewhat scrutinizing and wary, yet showed no significant ripples of emotion.
Such bearing was evidently cultivated from a young age.
None of these people possess a mortal body.
After a brief observation, Wen Zhixing gained a general understanding and turned his head away, no longer paying attention.
Since Murong Fenghua paid them no mind, he couldn't act like a country bumpkin either.
The others just watched quietly as the two departed.
