There is a subtle feeling of flowers blooming inside the wall and their fragrance spreading outside, which naturally made Gu Mo raise an eyebrow, and his expression became subtle.
In the eyes of the person opposite him, this mysterious and powerful Immortal was tilting his head to examine the Elder before him, seemingly contemplating seriously.
"I! I also wish to learn!" The middle-aged man hastily spoke, fearing to fall behind, and as he spoke, the other two, who felt like a bonus gift with a top-up, suddenly awoke—as if from a dream—and rushed to speak.
Gu Mo gently raised his hand, instantly pressing a mute button as all the sounds vanished.
In reality, he did nothing; it was just the image of the mysterious and powerful Immortal had already deeply rooted itself in their hearts through simple and direct comparison, ruthlessly overshadowing the Wild Hunt's deeds. Amid the impactful contrast, they perfected his character through their imaginations.
