In the endless void, nine Heavenly Venerates sat cross-legged while Fang Mo stood in their midst. Facing the nine of them, he felt immense pressure.
All nine Heavenly Venerates were watching Fang Mo. Their gazes seemed to see straight through him, leaving every secret he carried nowhere to hide.
He had far too many secrets: the mysterious Bronze Mirror, his invincible divine abilities, and the Ancestral Dragon Blade within his dantian.
At that moment, he felt that even if he used the Ancestral Dragon Blade, he would still be doomed. They could kill him several times over in a single instant. He was facing not one Heavenly Venerate, but nine.
Unease stirred in Fang Mo's heart, but he could only force down his impulses. Mu Cangming had just named him First Deputy Sect Master. Surely he would not immediately dissect him for study!
"Are you a little afraid?"
Mu Cangming watched Fang Mo with the faintest hint of a smile, scrutiny and amusement in his eyes.
Fang Mo hurriedly said:
"I'm a little nervous. This is the first time I've faced the gazes of so many Heavenly Venerates. I'm not quite used to it!"
Mu Cangming smiled.
"There's no need to be afraid. Your secrets are yours, of course. If we intended to act, we would have done so long ago rather than wait until now!"
Yet Fang Mo's thoughts churned. If they truly knew about his two secret treasures, they probably would not say that. He believed absolutely no one could resist acting. If they held back, it was only because the benefits were not great enough, or the danger was too great.
And Heavenly Venerates possessed the power to glimpse the future. They must have performed countless divinations concerning Fang Mo. They very likely knew that acting would