By the lake, Nangong Xuan, who had initially looked down on them, now looked at his companions with confusion.
Why couldn't he continue speaking?
Was this Golden Core problematic, or was it his companions?
But.....
Saintess Miao Yin was trembling.
This was undoubtedly bad news.
What kind of terrifying existence could cause Saintess Miao Yin to lose her composure like this?
His heart was full of doubts.
Yet he couldn't directly ask.
Because those Golden Cores had turned their gaze towards him as he spoke.
If it was at the beginning, he naturally wouldn't have felt any pressure.
But now it was different.
Feeling the gazes of those people, sweat broke out on his forehead.
At this moment, his mind raced.
Recalling his overseas experiences.
Those were the most bizarre experiences of his life.
And he understood some things.
Therefore, when facing the doubts of the opposite Golden Core, he used his other hand to pry open Saintess Miao Yin's hand.
