As the conflict between the Immortal Court and Hong Yun, Ming He, and the others gradually subsided, the sounds of reminiscing within Hong Yuan Hall also slowly faded.
Hong Yuan, seated at the head, rose slowly with a smile. His gaze swept across everyone in the hall, and his voice was gentle yet carried unquestionable authority:
"It is time for us to set out as well."
As soon as his words fell, everyone in the hall nodded heavily and rose to their feet.
And as they stood—
In an instant, everyone in the plaza outside Hong Yuan Hall felt all the Dao Rhyme around them surge violently.
It was as though it had become extraordinarily excited and active.
However, the twenty-seven people standing at the front suddenly felt an invisible pressure, as if a towering divine mountain had descended upon them, crushing them until they could barely breathe.
That terrifying might gave them no time to react. Their knees weakened, and they nearly collapsed to the ground.
As for those who had already been seated, they felt nothing at all.
They could not even sense the slightest bit of pressure.
They merely stared at the twenty-seven people in front of them in surprise.
They watched their faces flush bright red beneath that pressure.
They watched their bodies slowly bend under its weight.
Their faces were filled with confusion.
"What are they doing? Second Uncle has not even come out yet. Why are they all bending over and blushing?" Gong Gong scratched his bald head and asked Zhu Rong beside him in confusion.
Zhu Rong pondered for a moment before explaining, "Perhaps they feel ashamed because they fought earlier? After all, this is Second Uncle's Dojo!"
"I see." Gong Gong suddenly understood.
He had been wondering why every one of them