Did the Grand Ancestor Think It Had Potential?

"It's better out here. It was way too cold inside."

Yang Ling stepped out of the Frozen Expanse and raised a hand to shield his eyes. The suns overhead were painfully bright.

Shi Haixuan and the other two gave wry smiles, unsure how to respond.

Chen Jiu glanced behind Yang Ling. Seeing no one there, surprise flickered in his eyes.

"Yang Ling, what happened in there?"

Yang Ling asked, "Where's Supervisor Bai from the Myriad Affairs Bureau?"

The White Bone God Lord was nowhere in sight.

"Supervisor Bai had business elsewhere and left early."

Chen Jiu smiled. "What about the others? A hundred Grandmasters went in. You can't tell me only the four of you survived."

His voice grew darker, with an edge of agitation.

"The case here hasn't even been solved. Why would Supervisor Bai leave early?"

Yang Ling said, "That makes no sense. Give me a reasonable explanation."

The Third-Grade Great Grandmasters behind Chen Jiu exchanged glances, each seeing the gravity in the others' eyes.

First, ninety-nine percent of the Grandmasters who had entered the Frozen Expanse were missing. Not even the Grandmasters sent in by the Abyssal Beast Grotto were in sight.

And now this Fourth-Grade Grandmaster dared speak to a Second-Grade Human Immortal like that? Something momentous must have happened inside.

Chen Jiu ignored Yang Ling and questioned Shi Haixuan and the other two instead.

"What happened in there?"

"..."

Shi Haixuan said, "Yang Ling beheaded every Grandmaster."

In an instant, an invisible force crushed down on Yang Ling. His body sank straight into the ground, leaving only his head above the surface.

"What's this? Being a Celestial Immortal gives you the right to bully someone weaker? Keep this up and we'll all go down together. You can forget about getting back a single Fourth-Grade Grandmaster