"Xiao Yun, who is this?"
Xiao Heng was also a Divine Bridge Realm cultivator. He could sense just how terrifying Zhao Wuji had become after his outburst—he was practically a True Dragon in human form, making Xiao Heng feel utterly oppressed and suffocated. Deeply shocked, he hurriedly turned to Xiao Yun and asked.
Xiao Yun smiled faintly. "He is the Holy Son of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land, and also the Holy Son of our Chaos Holy Land. He is now my follower. His name is Zhao Wuji."
"Hmph!" Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, too lazy to pay any attention to Xiao Yun's showboating.
Xiao Heng and the several Xiao Family elders in the hall were all stunned, staring at Xiao Yun in disbelief.
"Xiao Yun, you... what exactly is your status now? Aren't you just an ordinary disciple of the Chaos Holy Land?" Xiao Heng asked eagerly, his eyes full of anticipation.
Even someone like Zhao Wuji was merely Xiao Yun's follower. What status must Xiao Yun hold within the Chaos Holy Land?
Anyone could figure that out with their toes!
Xiao Yun smiled slightly. At a time like this, it was better to let someone else say it; it would not do for him to boast about himself. He could not help giving Lin Xiaoya a meaningful look.
It was as if Lin Xiaoya and Xiao Yun were of one mind. Upon receiving his look, she promptly said to Xiao Heng, "Uncle, Senior Brother is now the prospective Divine Son of our Chaos Holy Land. Our Chaos Holy Land is already preparing gifts, and before long, a Supreme Elder will come to announce the matter."
"Prospective Divine Son!"
Xiao Heng and the Xiao Family elders cried out in unison, their eyes widening in utter disbelief.
Seeing the shocked expressions