The atmosphere in the private room suddenly froze, a mocking laugh abruptly rang out, and the figure of Yuanbao True Monarch appeared at the door, causing the temperature inside to plummet to freezing point.
Cangfeng True Monarch and Cangyue Saintess both raised their eyes, cold gleams flashing in their pupils;
Murong Yan also restrained his mockery, his expression solemn as he took on a stance of mutual hostility with a common enemy.
The other Nascent Soul True Monarchs, although silent, turned their heads one after another, everyone aware of the deep-seated blood feud between Yuanbao True Monarch and Cangyuan Holy Land, unwilling to wade into these murky waters.
"You thief, how dare you show up here?" Cangfeng True Monarch's voice was cold as ice, seemingly able to freeze the air, with the fierce aura of his sword poised to strike, the sound of the sword's cry faintly audible.
