Lin Chuan's Sharingan remained fixed on the old man in the sky. For a fleeting moment, he seemed to see the black-robed elder cast a wary glance in his direction. Yet because the elder's features were blurred, Lin Chuan could not be certain. If not for the Sharingan's perception far surpassing that of ordinary people, he likely would not even have caught that glance.
The old man in the sky also paused slightly at that moment, a cold sweat breaking out across his back!
In that instant, when the cat's gaze swept toward him, the elder had nearly turned and fled for his life. He truly feared that the orange cat might be in a bad mood and swipe at him with a claw. If that happened, he would probably be severely wounded by a single swipe. Never mind the danger to his life—the prestige the Floating Spirit Hall had built across the continent would likely vanish into thin air beneath that claw.
Fortunately, that orange cat seemed to be in a good mood and could not be bothered with him. The elder finally relaxed a little, though he remained extremely cautious, carefully controlling the pressure he released for fear of disturbing the orange cat.
Under the pressure of a Void Refinement cultivator, everyone present fell silent as cicadas in winter. By past custom, after the elder appeared, he would quickly announce the opening of the Floating Spirit Divine Palace and arrange the relevant matters. Yet this time, for some unknown reason, he waited for a while after appearing before the crowd, plunging the entire scene into an eerie silence.
"The Floating Spirit Divine Palace is about to open. As the guardian of the Elders' Altar in the Floating Spirit Domain, in my name, I shall bestow upon you the