The Holy Lord of the Slaying Immortal Holy Land stood in silence for a long time, his face expressionless.
The First Elder tactfully changed the subject, asking with some puzzlement.
"Holy Lord."
"Do you know exactly who That One is? How could a mere trace of the aura he left behind suppress the Northbank Undersea Strange Tide for nearly two hundred years? If I remember correctly, he left almost two hundred years ago, didn't he?"
An Undersea Strange Tide was on an entirely different level from a Strange Tide on land.
In terms of sheer scale alone.
The difference was like night and day.
A boundless Strange Tide had been suppressed beneath the sea for nearly two hundred years by a lingering trace of aura. His strength was terrifying.
"I don't know the details."
The Holy Lord of the Slaying Immortal Holy Land shook his head with a slight frown. "Even my exclusive information channels couldn't uncover anything about him. But one thing is certain: even in the Eternal Night Hall, he seems to be one of a kind. There isn't another like him." "Otherwise, if the Eternal Night Hall had a few more people like that, why would they need to defend themselves? They would've launched a counterattack long ago."
"True."
The First Elder nodded thoughtfully. What cultivation could grant someone such terrifying abilities? But then something else occurred to him. "Then I think you're even more impressive, Holy Lord. You actually dared to scheme for the Snow Lotus Flowers he left behind."
"An ownerless treasure belongs to whoever has the fortune to obtain it."
"Aren't you afraid he'll come back and kill you?"
"He shouldn't. It was clearly something he didn't want. How could he kill me for taking it? Besides, if he really does come back, I'll