Shen Changchuan's face was frosty.
His five fingers suddenly clenched, and the Communication Talisman in his palm instantly turned to dust.
Then, he repeated the process, grabbing the remaining Communication Talismans one after another and sweeping them with his Spiritual Sense.
Once he had finished reading, his already stern face grew terrifyingly grim!
Even someone like him, who rarely lost his temper, had a faint iron-blue cast to his face. The temperature in the air even plummeted at a visibly perceptible rate, as though the chill were about to freeze solid!
"You're courting death!"
Shen Changchuan's gaze sharpened, and a cold gleam suddenly flashed through his eyes!
He could not even be bothered to read the remaining Communication Talismans. The immense mana around him trembled, and space itself warped and shook visibly before a roaring surge swept out, instantly pulverizing the Communication Talismans drifting outside the Cave Abode, reducing them to ashes!
"Hmph!"
Shen Changchuan snorted coldly and flicked his sleeve. Then he strode into the formation, his figure vanishing from sight.
Some unknown place outside.
Faintly, a pair of watchful eyes seemed to quietly disappear.
Back inside the Cave Abode.
Shen Changchuan sat on a stone stool.
By now, his expression had returned to calm.
Not a trace of his earlier fury remained, leaving behind only an unnerving indifference.
The contents of those Communication Talismans had not been anything important.
They had merely been insults.
They were filled with all sorts of abuse—calling him someone who fished for fame and reputation, saying he had become a turtle hiding in its shell because he feared being exposed, that he did not dare face others' challenges, that if he had guts, he should come out and fight so they could expose his true face, and the like.
Some of them had