West Heaven Summit.
Hong Yuan focused his gaze. Between sea and sky, a great moon hung high overhead, its clear radiance like quicksilver, illuminating every detail of the figure in a moon-white robe.
Xuan Yehua seemed to sense something and glanced toward Hong Yuan.
But it was only a glance. Afterward, he continued at his unhurried pace, his toes lightly touching the void, yet within a single breath he crossed more than a dozen miles and approached like a streak of light.
Yu Chaoshen, Yan Tianlie, and the others looked grave. Before them stood the unrivaled Devil Master whose fame shook the Celestial Star Sea, yet their normally keen spiritual senses stirred without the slightest warning of danger, as though he really were nothing more than an ordinary young scholar.
And that very ordinariness was the most terrifying thing of all.
It meant Xuan Yehua was far more unfathomable than they had imagined. With their cultivation, never mind plumbing the depths of his strength-they probably could not even touch the level on which he stood.
Their sidelong gazes involuntarily swept toward Mister Under the Moon and the Brahma Sun Dharma King. Of the three Great Vehicle Mystic Yellow experts present, who was stronger, and who was weaker?
Xuan Yehua's gaze passed over the Mystic Yellow experts on the stone platform and settled on the Brahma Sun Dharma King, who stood before the monks' quarters with a bamboo broom in hand.
"Xuan Ling, do you have anything else to say?"
Xuan Ling?
At those words, the wary expressions of Yan Tianlie, Yu Chaoshen, Xiao Shengtai, and the others turned somewhat strange.
Recalling the earlier exchange between the Undying Demon Venerable and the Brahma Sun Dharma King, their expressions took on a knowing amusement.
Yan Tianlie chuckled, then turned toward Master Water