In the void, there was no distinction between up, down, left, or right.
Chen Changqing had only just stabilized himself when, before he could complain about this rotten place's chaotic laws, his heart stirred.
He turned his head and looked toward the empty darkness to his left.
A moment later, ripples began spreading through the space in that area. Then, more than a dozen figures emerged, as though they had stepped out from the background of a painting.
This group had uniform auras, and their movements faintly formed a battle formation. They clearly came from the same faction and were well trained.
At their head was a young man holding a white jade feather fan. He was handsome, but his brows carried the arrogant air of someone who believed everything lay within his calculations.
His cultivation had surprisingly reached the late stage of Tribulation Transcendence as well.
The dozen or so people behind him were all at least at the early stage of Tribulation Transcendence. Their auras were deep and steady; none of them were mediocre hands.
The instant they appeared, they sealed off all of Chen Changqing's paths of retreat.
The young man with the feather fan looked Chen Changqing over, gently fanning himself with an air of complete confidence.
"Are you the Mount Shu Holy Son, Chen Changqing?"
His tone was calm, yet it carried the scrutiny of someone looking down from above.
Chen Changqing picked at his ear, looking as though he had not woken up yet. He lazily glanced at them.
"And what bunch of worthless riffraff are you?"
The moment those words left his mouth, the dozen people behind the young man revealed furious expressions, killing intent bursting from their bodies.
Yet the young man raised a hand to suppress his subordinates' agitation. That smile