Mo Lin appeared soundlessly within Tian Yuan Hall, as though he had been standing there all along.
A gentle smile rested on his face as he calmly regarded Xi Jing, who was facing a formidable enemy, and the nervous elders behind her.
"Y-You... who are you?!" Elder Yi Yan forced himself to remain composed as he shouted harshly, but an almost imperceptible tremor colored his voice. To infiltrate the heart of Tian Yuan Hall so easily—this person's strength was simply unfathomable!
Xi Jing raised a hand to stop Yi Yan. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, her beautiful eyes fixed firmly on Mo Lin as she tried to discern something from him.
Yet the young man before her looked barely twenty. He was handsome, peaceful in demeanor, and even carried a harmless, sunny air. But those deep eyes seemed capable of seeing through one's heart, instinctively making her feel an indescribable pressure.
"Who exactly are you, sir? Why have you trespassed into Tian Yuan Hall?" Xi Jing's voice was grave and wary as Origin Qi quietly circulated around her.
Mo Lin smiled faintly without answering directly. Instead, his gaze swept across Yi Yan and the other elders. Within his eyes, the mark of the Immortal Eye flashed almost imperceptibly.
Bzz—!
An intangible yet supremely mysterious ripple of space-time spread outward like ripples on water, instantly sweeping through the consciousness of Yi Yan and the other elders.
The elders' bodies stiffened slightly, and a momentary blank confusion appeared in their eyes, as though someone had pressed pause on their memories.
Then, clarity returned to their eyes. Yet when they looked at Mo Lin, their gazes were filled with puzzlement, as if wondering when this unfamiliar young man had appeared. The tension and hostility from before had