In the sky, Mu Zi and her group descended, then, accompanied by Han Xuan, stepped into the Great Thousand Pavilion.
Once inside, the view suddenly opened up, and an extremely vast pavilion came into sight. At this moment, in one corner of the pavilion, many people had already gathered together, exchanging intelligence and accepting missions.
For a time, the clamor continued, and it was quite lively. The vast majority of the people, beneath their powerful spiritual energy fluctuations, had baleful auras surging around them. Clearly, they were all ruthless figures who had often experienced battles of life and death.
When Mu Zi and her group walked into the Great Thousand Pavilion, the clamor abruptly dropped, as if there were a silence array that swiftly quieted the pavilion.
Women and children—this kind of combination was rather rare on the front line fighting the Extraterritorial Evil Clan. Mu Zi in particular drew most of the gazes present, and the vast majority of them lingered on her with amazement.
With Mu Zi's looks and bearing, she would be the center of attention no matter where she went, let alone in a place like this, steeped in killing. To see such a beauty here seemed to ease the taut nerves left by successive bouts of slaughter.
However, just as the eyes of some people gradually showed signs of becoming unrestrained, Han Xuan, half a step behind Mu Zi, entered their field of vision and instantly drew some people's attention.
Their gazes fell on the cuff of Han Xuan's sky-blue robe, then locked firmly onto the engraved palace pattern there. At once, shock appeared on their faces.
"Great Thousand Palace!"
Within the Great Thousand World, there might still be people who did not recognize this pattern, but how could these powerhouses who roamed Saint Abyss