After Yaochi left, the atmosphere inside Lingxiao Hall grew exceptionally heavy, as if shrouded by an invisible, suffocating pressure.
Haotian sat atop the cloud platform, his face still dark and expressionless, as though the entire world had nothing to do with him.
Yet, amid this unnervingly quiet atmosphere, a sudden shout like a thunderclap tore through the sky, breaking the silence: "Oh no, my immortal elixirs..."
Chapter 487