What was Chen Zhuo doing now?
Inside the formation, Southern Barbarian Saintess Chi Zhao watched Chen Zhuo's every move, a chill creeping over her.
Chen Zhuo said nothing. He hovered outside the formation, Thunderfire Sword held at his side, robes snapping in the wind, eyes closed.
Brother, this is terrifying!
Why did he suddenly close his eyes?
Is he about to summon a god?
Chi Zhao's thoughts were a tangled mess. She recalled the great shamans communing with the Ancestral Tree, then drew a deep breath and closed her own eyes, putting on a show.
But closing her eyes gave Chi Zhao no answers. All she could do was wait.
The Rogue Cultivators of Greenstone Market were abuzz at the sight.
Xiao Changsheng had remained at the medicine shopkeeper's side. Curious, he asked, "Senior Shopkeeper, Daoist Child Chen is resting with his eyes closed. Is he about to unleash some extraordinary divine ability?"
The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly and exclaimed, "Daoist Child Chen's divine abilities now rival a Golden Core cultivator's. He must be considering how to break the formation!"
Xiao Changsheng's heart jolted. He looked at Chi Zhao and whispered, "Then why has that demoness closed her eyes too? Could the Daoist Heir have silently killed her with some divine ability?"
The shopkeeper said nothing.
He had no idea either.
Fortunately, Chi Zhao had no time to listen to the lesser cultivators below. Otherwise, she might have coughed up blood.
So when Chen Zhuo closes his eyes, he's contemplating a divine ability to break the formation.
But when I close mine, Chen Zhuo has killed me?
About half an hour later, Chi Zhao slowly opened her eyes. Seeing that Chen Zhuo's were still closed, she decided to try persuading him. "Daoist Child Chen, I—"
Before Chi Zhao could finish, Chen