There was no response from within the great hall.
Cang Yu was not anxious. He simply knelt quietly on the ground with his head lowered, waiting patiently.
He knew the senior would definitely hear him.
No one knew how much time had passed—perhaps an hour, perhaps only an instant.
With a faint creak, the hall doors, which seemed eternal and unchanging, slowly opened inward.
An indescribable aura leaked through the crack in the doors.
It was not an overwhelmingly powerful pressure, but an utterly pure essence of the Great Dao, mixed with a vast, majestic force of fortune that seemed capable of giving birth to the heavens.
Cang Yu grew even more reverent and lowered his head further.
"Come in."
A calm voice came from the depths of the great hall.
"Yes."
Cang Yu answered, carefully rose to his feet, bent at the waist, and stepped into the great hall.
At the center of the hall, a figure sat cross-legged.
It was Zhou Ming.
At this moment, Zhou Ming was not deliberately releasing any pressure.
Yet standing before him, Cang Yu felt as though he were gazing up at a boundless cosmic sky, as tiny as a speck of dust.
"Senior."
Cang Yu knelt again, not daring to raise his head.
Zhou Ming slowly opened his eyes. His gaze fell upon Cang Yu, calm and unruffled.
"Speak."
Just one word.
Cang Yu did not dare slacken in the slightest and immediately recounted everything that had happened during their expedition exactly as it had occurred.
He described how they had easily taken the Red Gold Realm, how Mo Chen and the others had set up a lethal grand formation, how their talismans had run out and they had fallen into a desperate situation, and finally, how Zhou Ming had acted and