"Ah! Why is there a figure over there!"
"There are ghosts..."
The moment the space lit up again, the women let out a sharp cry, looking one after another toward the jade racks on the side of the secret storehouse.
Only a thin, elongated figure in yellow robes with a skin color like yellow wax had materialized without warning, standing sideways to everyone as he took an ancient leather book down from the jade rack and silently flipped through it.
Around this bizarre figure, the light and shadow shifted constantly, filled with a gloomy eeriness.
"Audacious! What petty scoundrel dares to break into our Wan family's secret storehouse..."
The Wan family elder with the cultivation of the Eighth Realm instantly flew into a violent rage, immediately extending one hand. The limb stretched out infinitely, lunging to capture that yellow-robed figure.
Bang!
The next instant, Elder Wan felt a pain in his arm and was repelled by a shock wave.
His hand was blocked by an invisible "air wall" a yard away from the yellow-robed figure.
"This old man is at the late Eighth Realm, yet I cannot move a single inch! Furthermore, this is Wan Juan Lou, yet when this thing infiltrated, the barrier didn't even issue a warning fluctuation..."
Elder Wan looked at the yellow-robed figure who still stood quietly there, reading the leather book of his own accord, and a chill instantly pervaded his entire body. He immediately moved his divine sense, intending to notify the Ninth Realm mighty figures of the Wan estate.
But the next moment, his expression shifted with terror once again!
A dignified and lofty Eighth Realm bigwig like him, located within the Wan estate and guarding the very Wan Juan Lou that belonged to him, actually found his divine sense unable to exit