Wu Mingquan, Wang Xuanfeng, Luo Tongtian, and the others stood at the front of the eastern passage, calmly watching the scene within the hall.
On the other side, Wu Mingyao and Wu Mingkong had gathered together. Wu Mingyao stood beneath the miniature Wu Zhao Mountain, her brows tightly furrowed, while Wu Mingkong stood one position behind her, seemingly lost in thought.
"Royal Sister, is there any record of such a situation?"
Wu Mingkong suddenly asked.
Wu Mingyao's tightly knitted brows eased slightly before she gently shook her head. "I have never seen any relevant records. Something like this seems unprecedented in history."
Kong Fang took several steps forward and came to stand beside them. "It's strange. Normally, Wu Zhao Mountain should have already chosen its master. We've been inside for so long, so why can't we even communicate with it?"
At this moment, Wu Zhao Mountain gave everyone the impression of being aloof and cold, as though it simply looked down on them and could not even be bothered to communicate with them.
Wu Mingyao and the others were at their wits' end. They had never even heard of such a bizarre situation.
"Could something have gone wrong?"
Following Wang Xuanfeng and Luo Tongtian, Wu Mingquan raised a hand and rubbed his chin.
"If nothing unexpected happened, it probably has something to do with that kid Lin Xuan. Maybe Wu Zhao Mountain is waiting for him to come in."
"Heh... What good fortune doesn't that kid stumble into?"
Wang Xuanfeng clicked his tongue, his face full of envy, jealousy, and resentment!
"Surely not? It's an imperial weapon, after all. It shouldn't be this shamelessly eager to please."
Luo Tongtian raised a brow as he spoke.
Wu Mingquan nodded lightly. Though he did not dare speak, he agreed with Luo Tongtian's