The chaos in the hall gradually died down.
Duobao, Jin Ling, and the assembled disciples, though their anger had been forcibly suppressed by the Saint's pressure, were still filled with indignation, unwillingness, and pent-up frustration as they bowed one after another and withdrew.
In moments, the Biyou Great Hall, which had just been seething with killing intent and roaring with voices, fell silent in an instant.
The Nine-Layer Immortal Palace was cold, clear, and dustless. In the vast palace, only Master Tongtian and Fairy Yunxiao remained in the end.
The heavy anger, solemnity, and majesty that had shrouded the entire hall just now vanished like smoke and clouds at that moment.
Tongtian sat upright upon the Lotus Throne. His once aloof and majestic face slowly relaxed; not the slightest trace of displeasure remained between his brows. Instead, a faint smile touched his lips, as if he had seen through the affairs of the world.
He lifted his eyes to Yunxiao, who stood at his side. His tone was gentle, stripped of the pressure of a Saint ruling over the Three Realms, leaving only a measure of calm ease and languor.
Yunxiao, too, had withdrawn the indignant expression she had worn alongside the immortals earlier. A faint smile spread through her cool, gentle features, with not the slightest tension or solemnity left.
"Master, what was Guang Chengzi's purpose in coming here this time?"
Yunxiao spoke softly, her voice clear and smooth as jade, carrying a hint of knowing mockery.
Tongtian smiled faintly, his gaze turning toward the boundless sea of clouds beyond the hall, piercing through layer upon layer of Heavenly Dao mist.
"Nothing more than a few petty tricks of Yuanshi's."
"I know exactly what scheme he is playing."
Dao rhythm twined lightly at his fingertips as he slowly unraveled