"Heavenly Monarch Yuanxu!"
You Huang's expression turned grave as he stepped forward. "Thank you, Heavenly Monarch, for saving the cultivators of our shamanic sect. However, this is a place of sacrifice. I ask that you do not cause a disturbance."
"Did You Can cast you aside and strike out on his own?"
Yu Ci did not speak aloud, nor did he use voice transmission. Instead, he directly used his thoughts to pierce through You Huang's mental defenses, striking straight at the mark!
In an instant, even You Huang's cold, rigid face showed signs of collapse.
Already unsettled by the flood of news and sudden changes, his mind had been in turmoil. Yu Ci's thought then pierced directly into the weakest place in his heart, eroded by anxiety and bewilderment.
Yu Ci then resumed speaking normally. "A person's stance is the hardest thing to grasp. Some are not easily changed, such as mine. Others change with the greatest ease. What do you think, Shaman Huang?"
After saying this, Yu Ci no longer looked at him and merely shifted his gaze toward Madam Xia.
Madam Xia on the platform had likely heard his conversation with You Huang. Her gaze pointed behind her, and she had sensed it as well. She gave an almost imperceptible shudder and slowly turned her head. It was clear that she was doing her utmost to remain calm, but when facing Yu Ci, the surging emotions beneath her eyes were undoubtedly a plea.
Just as Murong Qingyan had said, the dignity and authority, the position and power that she had taken pride in and defended by any means necessary were so fragile beneath the fangs of a beast.
The higher she had once stood, the more miserably she had fallen now.
Since Yu Ci had come, he was