"Silence!"
At that moment, Lin Ruoxi let out a low shout.
A fierce Imperial Sword Intent abruptly erupted from her body, reigning like a sovereign holding court—domineering yet majestic.
It instantly suppressed every noisy voice present.
The Holy Land geniuses were intimidated by that sword intent and wisely shut their mouths.
Lin Ruoxi's strength ranked among the very best of these disciples, and everyone present held her in a measure of awe.
Seeing that the crowd had quieted down, Lin Ruoxi said nothing more.
Her eyes turned once again toward the distant battlefield, a thoughtful look appearing between her brows.
She did not know why Su Qingwan had chosen to side with Qin Yan in the first place, nor did she understand why Su Qingwan had left him now.
But she knew things were far from as simple as those people claimed.
Su Qingwan was a close friend she spent every day with, someone meticulous in her thinking and precise in her judgment.
A person like that would never make such a major decision out of a momentary lapse in judgment.
It was not only Lin Ruoxi. Quite a few Holy Land prodigies nearby also sank into thought.
They were wondering why those few had distanced themselves from Qin Yan, leaving him alone to face the dense army of the Cangwu World!
High in the skies, beyond everyone's sight, a massive golden eye floated silently.
The eye was several hundred zhang wide, gleaming a brilliant gold. Deep within its pupil, countless tiny golden Runes slowly flowed.
It stood soundlessly in the void, clearly projecting everything happening on this battlefield into the depths of the Mystic Sanctuary.
The elders and Peak Masters who had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years sat in their respective places, watching