After waiting two seconds, the atmosphere grew somewhat silent. Everyone present was as quiet as cicadas in winter, not daring even to breathe loudly.
Anyone with eyes could see that Elder Wen Zhao had come personally to deal with Yang An, but no one had expected Yang An to give no response at all, as though he had heard nothing.
"E-Elder..."
Seeing Wen Zhao's expression grow increasingly grim, everyone present was caught beneath that immense pressure. Someone trembled as they tried to call out to Yang An.
Yang An took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, but a flicker of anger passed through them.
He had been trying to learn Thousand Gu Mountain's techniques within his mind. Without any concrete manifestation to work from, it was somewhat difficult. He had finally found a thread to follow, only for Wen Zhao to arrive at this moment.
He had not wanted to bother with this fellow, but since the man had come looking for trouble, he could only set the matter of the techniques aside and deal with what was before him first.
"I thought you were injured and unable to recognize the five senses. It seems Elder Mu is still perfectly well."
Seeing Yang An react, the anger on Wen Zhao's face faded away, replaced by mockery.
"If Elder Wen Zhao has something to say, then say it. If not, forgive me for not keeping you company."
Yang An looked at him coldly, showing no indulgence whatsoever as he spoke in an icy voice.
The moment those words came out, Wen Zhao's expression froze. Even the cultivators around them stood dumbfounded.
They could imagine Yang An confronting Elder Wen Zhao head-on, but they had not expected him to be this unyielding. He simply did not give Elder Wen Zhao