After the gathering dispersed, the moonlight fell like water upon a quiet courtyard at the edge of the Sacred Land. Ancient trees towered around the courtyard, and the air was rich with the scent of flowers, forming a stark contrast to the bustle of the outside world. Haofeng waved his sleeve gently, and the courtyard gate closed silently, shutting out all external distractions. He turned around, his deep gaze sweeping over the people gathered in the courtyard—Chen Yuxuan, Limo, Ling Xiao, Wang Yan, and Star River Sect Master Chen Jun. Every one of them wore a pensive expression.
"Today's events may seem to have concluded smoothly, but undercurrents are actually surging beneath the surface," Haofeng spoke first, breaking the silence. His voice was low and powerful, as if it could pierce the night and strike straight to the heart.
Hearing this, Chen Yuxuan knitted her delicate brows, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes. "Indeed. For such a major event as the establishment of the Sacred Land to proceed without encountering any decent resistance is truly somewhat abnormal." Her words carried a hint of perplexity, as if she were searching for clues to the answer.
Chapter 116