Ji Jingqiu opened his eyes, his demeanor transforming from ocean-deep to a state of returning to simplicity, almost to nothingness.
The crowd was silent for a moment, then some sighed, some laughed, some admired, while others remained silent.
In the grand hall, it was truly a sight of myriad phenomena, the full spectrum of human emotions.
"Nephew Ji is a prodigious talent, our Xinzhai Dojo concedes!"
"After today, the Hundred Veins unite, fulfilling the ancestors' wish from ten thousand years ago to jointly protect the Federation!"
Seeing everyone in the hall agree, the Martial Artists from the Three Thousand Yanfutu were frowning in their hearts.
They knew more or less about the sect's plan, such as attracting a faction within the Yanhuang Federation, using it as a foundation and advancing step by step.
But now...
Looking at the splendor of the hall, everyone felt a coldness creeping into their hearts, especially Ni Yu and a few others.
