"Brother Xiao Yan, just now the expression of that Demon Subduing King Leng Luochen seemed a bit off."
"He had a hesitant look on his face, and in my view, I'm afraid he was hiding something."
As they walked inside the Great Thousand Palace towards the meeting room, Xun'er used soul power to communicate with Xiao Yan.
Being summoned alone by a big figure of the Demon Subduing King's caliber made the intent quite obvious; all evidence pointed toward that Golden Paper in Xiao Yan's hand.
"He really did, and this matter is probably not that simple."
"We'll just have to play it by ear."
After speaking, the two of them walked straight into the meeting room. Xiao Yan could sense some concealed traces proving this trip might be fraught with crises, but there was no other way-this was something he had to experience.
"They're here!"
"Xiao Yan is here?"
"What on earth was secretly discussed with the fellow personally named and summoned by the Demon Subduing King..."
At this moment, inside the meeting hall, a group of Proud Son of Heavens sat quietly, yet these thoughts echoed in their minds.
Within the Great Hall of the Great Thousand Palace meeting room, seating was distributed along the four sides for dozens of Proud Son of Heavens to sit quietly. The center rose high and was exceptionally grand, naturally meant for those presiding over the meeting for the Great Thousand Palace.
"Oh?"
Before long, that Heavenly Phoenix Clan female withdrew her gaze from Xiao Yan and stared at Xun'er, a look of astonishment emerging.
That feeling was like a higher-status suppression within the bloodline, particularly noticeable.
"Heavenly Phoenix Clan, Feng Qin."
Feng Qin walked right over, her gaze lingering constantly on Xun'er, and she couldn't help but speak.
Dignified, graceful, quiet,