He stepped forward, and the heavy air of decay around him suddenly became an immense pressure. It bore down on Shen Yi like a collapsing mountain.
"The Black Fog calamity has left Authority Holders infected or dead. Everyone fears for their life."
"And you're close to Feng Qingyao. You entered the Hidden Light Hall at this very moment. Everyone else was driven out by the fluctuations in the Myriad Hearts Stone's aura, yet you stayed and got what you wanted. Don't you think that's a little too convenient?"
"I have questions for you. Answer them well, and perhaps we can set today's matter aside. Answer badly, and even if Feng Qingyao comes, she'll owe me an explanation."
"What did Feng Qingyao promise you to bring you into the hall? And how much do you know about the Black Fog outbreak?"
As his words fell, even the rules of the void seemed to freeze.
Seven auras, three Guardians, the old man and the two powerful figures accompanying him—all eyes pressed upon the figure standing amid the remains of the barrier.
The flame at Xilos's fingertips flickered silently.
Shen Yi merely raised his eyes, glanced at the empty main hall, then looked back at the old man.
"Hah!" Shen Yi suddenly laughed.
It was a faint smile, like the brief flash of a blade in the dark.
"You're awfully eager to ask. Now I'm curious."
He spoke at an unhurried pace.
"Did you come because of the Black Fog outbreak, or because you're afraid I might discover something else here?"
His words had barely fallen when the nebula deep within the Hidden Light Hall, silent until now, stirred ever so slightly.
Deep within the Hidden Light Hall, that silent nebula finally spoke.
A voice came from within it. It was not loud,