The command within the hall fell, its echoes slowly fading away.
Everyone present nodded one after another, turned, and dispersed, each returning to pack their belongings.
Qin He remained where he was. After a brief pause, he finally followed the crowd at an unhurried pace.
He had nothing to pack in the first place. He had only just returned, and his residence had barely been furnished.
But everyone else was moving. If he alone stood still, he would be far too conspicuous.
Human hearts were complicated, and gazes crisscrossed everywhere.
If he drew someone's attention—especially if Ling Tianfan stopped him for a chat—then a few casual questions might expose a flaw if he was not careful.
There was no need to invite unnecessary trouble.
Before long, everyone had returned and formed neat ranks.
The Fire God Hall leader stood with his hands behind his back at the center of the array platform. His red robes blazed like fire, yet their color was deep and restrained, unlike the ostentatious brilliance of ordinary hall members.
He said nothing more, merely lifting his eyelids slightly.
In the next instant, the ancient array patterns beneath their feet suddenly lit up.
White light swept forth, enveloping the entire group.
Space folded layer upon layer. The sounds of wind and voices beside their ears were all severed, leaving only a deathly sensation of weightlessness.
There was no deafening roar, no dazzling rosy radiance.
Top-tier cross-domain teleportation had always been so quiet that it made one's heart tremble.
When their vision cleared again, they had already set foot in an unfamiliar space.
Looking in every direction, heaven and earth were shrouded in gray.
There was no sky, no earth, no stars, no moon, no clouds, no wind. Above, below, and in all directions lay utter emptiness. No