"Something's not right."
"One hundred percent something's not right."
In the Second Realm, on the Mountain on the Mountain.
Venerable Yuan Huo paced back and forth on a small mountain peak, finally standing with hands behind his back, tiptoeing to gaze anxiously towards the direction of the Third Realm.
"Why hasn't your master come out yet?"
Venerable Yuan Huo turned his head to look at Ao Ying.
Half a day has passed since the appearance of the Golden Decree.
During these few hours, the Third Realm was completely sealed, as silent as death.
Occasionally, grand waves of air would cross the realms, rippling and spreading to this place, but strangely… Venerable Yuan Huo tried to send Divine Thoughts via Communication Order, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea, with no response. Whether it was Junior Brother or his old acquaintances, none of the Great Cultivators attending the birthday feast in the Third Realm had responded.
What is going on?
