With Elder Liu leading the way, Yi Feng and the others passed through several courtyard gates.
At last, they arrived at a magnificent hall.
The hall was fully furnished, with wine tables arranged along both sides. Several elderly men were already waiting at the entrance, and even the air was permeated by a subtle tension.
Yi Feng grew even more expectant, feeling as though he was about to step into a deadly trap.
The people behind him grew increasingly nervous as well.
Especially the two sect masters. Seeing the elaborate preparations before them, they had already caught the scent of a conspiracy. No matter how unfathomable the gentleman's cultivation was, he might not be able to leave unscathed today.
For tens of thousands of years.
Every successive island master had controlled the inherited grand formation, whose core lay within the Island Master's Mansion. By hosting the banquet here, the island master held an absolute advantage. His intentions were plain to see!
After luring the gentleman into the urn, he would surely seize the chance to make his move!
Just as the two of them were trembling with unease.
A deep announcement rang out.
"Island Master arrives!"
Everyone turned toward the sound.
An elderly man with white hair strode over steadily. Though advanced in years, he remained vigorous and sharp-eyed. He wore a black brocade robe, and a seemingly gentle smile rested on his face, yet he still possessed an extraordinary aura of majesty without anger.
At the very first glance.
The four people behind Yi Feng all felt immense pressure.
Sa Donglai had sat securely as island master for more than ten thousand years. He absolutely deserved to be called a formidable tyrant. Now that he had emerged with such imposing dominance, his bearing was even greater than before, leaving