However.
Cheng Zhilong did not make a sound.
His gaze shifted slightly, sweeping over the surroundings without drawing attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he casually glanced toward the void beyond the dense, water-like Magic Power barrier that seemed almost tangible, as though confirming something.
This tiny movement of his was utterly flawless; an ordinary cultivator would never have noticed it.
But Murong Wanwan's cultivation was unfathomable, and her six senses had long reached a realm of microscopic perception and mystical clarity.
Not the slightest movement in the surroundings could escape her awareness.
Cheng Zhilong's covert action naturally did not escape her notice.
The next moment, Murong Wanwan's gentle gaze fell lightly upon Cheng Zhilong, lingering around him for a brief moment, as though she had seen through the speculation in his heart.
Then, with a faint smile, she continued, "It seems Zhilong has already guessed part of it."
Murong Wanwan nodded slightly, her tone certain as every word rang clearly in everyone's ears:
"That's right.
This one-of-a-kind special gift is those two Nascent Soul Cultivators outside whom I stopped."
Her words were like thunder striking flat ground, instantly exploding in the hearts of the Golden Core cultivators!
Everyone was shaken to the core.
Countless questions surged into their minds at once, circling and crashing over and over.
A gift?!
Nascent Soul True Lords?!
And living Nascent Soul Cultivators at that, not inanimate objects like Alchemical Pills, Magic Tools, Spirit Treasure materials, and the like!
In an instant, the entire place fell silent.
All the young Golden Core cultivators sank into rapid thought, their eyes filled with shock, doubt, and incomprehension.
Their thoughts churned as they swiftly considered the key implications.
Someone pondered inwardly:
Living Nascent Soul Cultivators were practitioners with complete souls and independent wills. They were