Torch Dragon Residence.
A masked figure hovered in midair.
The sight had already drawn many people over to investigate.
The Household Head of Torch Dragon Residence—
That Old Woman appeared before the residence gates as well and bowed respectfully.
"Your Excellency honors us with your presence. What brings you here?"
Xu Yuan set Shangguan Yun down from his arms and stepped back a few paces.
"You must have felt that disturbance just now."
"Yes, my lord. What instructions do the Old Gods have? Why did they shake Ninefold Nether so violently?"
The Old Woman asked.
Behind her, the Great Cultivators also wore respectful expressions.
Xu Yuan wore a mask and made no attempt to conceal the aura of an Immortal Species. One look was enough to tell the mortals—
This was an Envoy favored by the Old Gods.
No ordinary human could have faint, fragmented whispers swirling around him like countless souls gathering about him in the Void. Passive Whisper: Speaker of Many Tongues.
At least it made quite a show of him and could scare people well enough.
"Shangguan Yun did well, so the Old Gods ordered me to bring her back. As for that branch lineage, you may take them into your own Clan," Xu Yuan said.
"...Yes," the Old Woman said.
She hesitated, about to ask something more, when the masked figure before her suddenly vanished.
It was broad daylight.
There was no ripple of Mystic Arts, no power from a Magic Array, not even a ripple in space.
He had vanished in an instant!
Only those faint, strange, intricate yet indistinct whispers continued to echo through the Void, lingering for a long time.
"Household Head, what should we do?"
A Cultivator asked cautiously.
"I hear the All Things Unity Society suffered terrible losses... But we should