Chaos Mansion, Hall of Suppressing the Ten Directions.
This was the official residence of the Suppressing the Ten Directions Officer, converted from one of the Divine Tomb Cult's halls and only recently put into use.
At this moment, quite a few Chaos Mansion higher-ups had gathered in the central hall, along with their descendants.
Yueli Youlan, Sifang Zhenyu, Lan Zheyang, and others were all present.
Of course, Lan Zheyang was now under White Wind's control. Amid the crowd, he constantly wore a dazed, soul-lost expression.
At this time, not many people paid attention to him. After all, he had not been beaten into his Astral God Origin; he had merely lost his chance to attend the Tai Yu Divine Treasury gathering...
Only Yueli Youlan clung to his arm, weeping in pity as she whispered, "Brother Yang, could you cheer up a little? Now that everyone else has gone, Youlan will make you happy again."
"Ahem." White Wind felt as though it had two heads as big as buckets. It was utterly speechless and cursed, "What a fine puppet you picked, Li Tianming. Why does one of these things always end up beside him?"
Griping was one thing; it did not stop it from watching at close range to see what this group was about to do.
The atmosphere in this hall was no different from that at the Nine Lives Tower earlier. It was deeply gloomy, solemn, and simmering with rage. Everyone wore an ugly expression, with a fire pent up in their hearts.
Even the Suppressing the Ten Directions Officer said nothing at this time. Instead, they all looked toward a side hall and waited silently.
Creak!
After waiting for some time, the doors of the side hall opened. The burly, valiant Sifang Nanyang emerged with a man in