The moment Golden Crow Ancestor appeared, the gathered heroes were cowed into submission. Yet at that very instant, a faint voice drifted into their ears.
There were clearly millions of Cultivators nearby, the clamor of voices boiling over, yet that voice could not be drowned out. Every single person heard it with perfect clarity.
The valley, noisy just a moment ago, fell silent all at once.
The air seemed to congeal. At that moment, even if a needle had fallen to the ground, it would have been heard clearly.
Utter stillness was the best description.
Even the insufferably arrogant Golden Crow Ancestor seemed a little dazed at that moment.
Surprise, bewilderment, then it turned into anger. Yet behind that rage was a barely perceptible trace of wariness, hidden beneath that feigned calm expression.
As the saying went, a man's name cast a shadow like a tree's. Lin Xuan had made such an enormous name for himself in such a short time—how could he possibly be someone fishing for fame and praise?
By sense or reason, his strength had to be extraordinary. Never mind the wild words Golden Crow Ancestor had spoken just now—that had been because he was certain Lin Xuan was not here. But man's schemes were not equal to Heaven's schemes; now that the true master had returned, how could there not be wariness in his heart?
But to say he was afraid would not be accurate. He had merely put away his contemptuous state of mind.
Besides, whether it was Lin Xuan or not was still another matter. Perhaps Cloud Hidden Sect had seen the situation turn unfavorable and was deliberately making a mystery of things.
As these thoughts turned through his mind, that old monster spoke. "Which brat is spouting nonsense, yet hiding his head and