In his hand, he held a square seal that emitted a hazy white glow and was carved with images of mountains, rivers, and peaks. That vast, ocean-like pressure originated from this seal!
The young man swept his gaze across the figures in the night sky, who had abruptly fallen silent at his appearance. He spoke lightly, his voice not loud, yet it carried clearly in every direction.
"Everyone, I, Tantai Mingjing, will compensate you on Yun Gucheng's behalf for what he stole."
He paused, his tone still calm but carrying an undeniable weight.
"I ask that you grant me, Tantai Mingjing, this favor and let this matter end here.
What do you say?"
"Tantai Mingjing?!"
"It's him?! The Tantai Family's youngest Half-Saint?!"
"He actually came in person?!"
A wave of suppressed gasps and commotion rose in the night sky.
Immediately afterward, figures that had been concealed in the darkness or within folds of space were forced to reveal themselves. Gu Sheng looked up and saw that, aside from the young man named Tantai Mingjing, twelve figures hovered in the air!
There were white-haired old men, grim-faced middle-aged men, graceful women, and sharp-aura youths... men and women, young and old alike. Without exception, every one of them radiated the aura of the Venerable Realm!
Among them, the auras of two were as deep as abyssal seas. They were clearly Venerables at the fifth-turn level!
Gu Sheng looked at Yun Gucheng, who was struggling to rise from the ground with his aura weakened to the extreme, then at the twelve Venerables glaring down from the sky—especially the two fifth-turn experts. He could not help speaking, his tone carrying an indescribably strange edge.
"Yun Gucheng, the ones you said you could risk your life to hold off for ten breaths... were these twelve