In the boundless void, nine Heavenly Venerates sat cross-legged in the air while Fang Mo stood in their midst. Facing the nine of them, he felt immense pressure.
All nine Heavenly Venerates were watching Fang Mo. Their gazes seemed to see straight through him, leaving none of his secrets anywhere to hide.
He carried too many secrets: the mysterious Bronze Mirror, his invincible divine abilities, and the Ancestral Dragon Blade within his Dantian.
At this moment, he felt that even if he used the Ancestral Dragon Blade, he would still be unable to escape death. In an instant, he could die several times over. He was not facing one Heavenly Venerate, but nine.
Fang Mo felt somewhat uneasy. He could only force down the impulse in his heart. Mu Cangming had just declared him the First Deputy Sect Master—surely he would not immediately dismember him for research?
"Are you afraid?"
Mu Cangming looked at Fang Mo, a faint smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with scrutiny and amusement.
Fang Mo hurriedly said:
"A little nervous. It is my first time facing the gazes of so many Heavenly Venerates, so this disciple is somewhat unaccustomed to it."
Mu Cangming smiled.
"There is no need to be afraid. The secrets on your person are naturally yours. If we intended to make a move, we would have done so long ago. We would not have waited until now."
Yet Fang Mo's heart stirred. If they truly knew of the two secrets on him, they would not be saying that. He believed that absolutely no one could resist making a move. The only reason they did not act was because the benefits were not great enough, or the danger was too great.
And Heavenly Venerates possessed the power to see into the