The air inside the great hall seemed to have frozen solid.
The gazes that had earlier held contempt, curiosity, or an appetite for spectacle had all turned to shock and fear, fixed unwaveringly on the composed young man in the seat of honor.
With a single remark, he had exposed the fundamental crisis plaguing the Mysterious Yin Immortal Vein.
This went far beyond formidable strength.
It signified an incomprehensible ability to gather intelligence, a terrifying intellect capable of playing a colossal force like the Seventy-Two Immortal Veins in the palm of his hand.
The smile had long since vanished from the plump old man of the Heavenly Water Immortal Vein, replaced by a grave expression.
He looked at Zhou Xuan as though he were a monster wearing human skin.
The middle-aged man from the Crimson Sun Immortal Vein had even broken out in a cold sweat down his back.
He was thankful he had kept his mouth shut earlier. Otherwise, might this man have exposed his own immortal vein's secrets before everyone as well?
Everyone present reassessed the weight carried by the name Zhou Xuan at that moment.
As for Leng Yue, who stood at the center of the storm, her face had gone as white as paper.
The two Mysterious Yin disciples behind her swayed on their feet, almost collapsing to the floor.
It was over.
The Mysterious Yin Immortal Vein's greatest secret had been exposed in public. From now on, it would have no secrets left in the eyes of the other powers, only becoming a succulent piece of meat everyone wanted to sink their teeth into.
"You..." Leng Yue's lips trembled, but she could not get another word out.
Zhou Xuan seemed not to notice her distraught state. He simply lifted his teacup and took a gentle