Ghost Cry Cliff had already been blanketed in red light, and the surrounding space had begun to twist. At this moment, the two full moons in the sky had completely turned blood-red, like ferocious eyes sweeping over everyone present.
Quite a few people were already itching to make a move. Not a single one had a weak aura; clearly, among this dense crowd hid many cultivators preparing to play the pig to eat the tiger.
Most of these figures had arrived separately, wary of one another. Some had even chosen to form alliances after silently observing the situation these past few days. Before a heaven-grade divine mountain, grudges and enmities no longer seemed important.
The flying vessels in the sky slowly gathered as well. When Bai Yu appeared on the deck, gazes of every sort fell upon him.
Most of those gazes bore no goodwill, and several even carried icy killing intent. Bai Yu showed no reaction to this; even his expression did not change.
When Bai Yu saw Long Xianyin again, her expression, as cold as a frigid pool, silently watched him. The towering killing intent she had displayed before had vanished, replaced by an extremely oppressive feeling.
Paired with that revealing black outfit, Bai Yu felt that Long Xianyin had become a completely different person.
Since the flying vessels were some distance apart, their exchanged gazes drew many curious looks.
Unlike before, Long Xianyin did not take the initiative to provoke him. After staring coldly for a long while, she turned around and looked at the crowd, a flicker of greed flashing through her eyes.
Seeing Long Xianyin's attitude, Bai Yu frowned. Shu Lichuo beside him spoke softly as well.
"Did you feel it?"
"That familiar aura..."
Shu Lichuo's face was filled with coldness. Though Long Xianyin had