As the Yan, Yao, and Shi Clans all arrived on Lin Ming's side, the people of their four clans gathered together, chatting and laughing merrily.
In the distance, within that dense Black Mist, a dim gaze was passing through layer upon layer of figures, staring fixedly at this scene.
Hun Miesheng's face was still hidden in the shadow of his black robe, but those dim eyes of his no longer held their earlier calm and lifelessness.
Five Early Stage Four-Star Dou Saints!
Lei Jie of the Lei Clan, Shi Zhen of the Shi Clan, Huo Yao of the Yan Clan, Yao Wangui of the Yao Clan, and on top of that Lin Ming, who appeared to be at the Early Stage Four-Star Dou Saint as well, yet somehow always gave him a feeling that he could not quite see through...
A full five Early Stage Four-Star Dou Saints gathered together. This force was something that even he, the Soul Hall Master—whose strength was not limited to the Late Stage Four-Star Dou Saint he showed on the surface—did not dare look down on!
At this, Hun Miesheng's brows creased almost imperceptibly.
The arc of that frown was extremely, extremely faint. If one were not very familiar with him, it would have been impossible to notice. But at this moment, the black-robed man behind him, with that pair of pure-black eyes, seemed to sense something. He slightly opened his eyes, glanced at him, then slowly closed them again.
Hun Miesheng said nothing.
He still hovered there quietly, like an unchanging ancient statue. Yet in the depths of those dim eyes, a trace of barely perceptible gloom flashed past.
The situation... was trickier than he had expected.
However...
He lowered his eyes slightly, his rough large hands still crossed together without the slightest