Sensing something amiss, everyone followed Qin Xuanji's gaze, but they could see nothing out of the ordinary.
It was still the same blue sky and white clouds, clear skies stretching for ten thousand miles.
"Since you're already here, why hide?" Qin Xuanji cut straight to the point.
Since they were already here?
While the disciples and elders were still puzzling over her words, several figures materialized out of thin air.
They all wore black robes, their hoods pulled low, deliberately hiding their faces as though terrified someone might see them clearly.
"Where did these people come from? I didn't sense their presence at all!"
"What a monstrous concealment technique!"
"That aura... could they be assassins?"
"Assassins? Is there still anyone in all of Great Cang who dares defy the young master and attack him?"
"Hard to say. But just because there's no one in the Great Cang World doesn't mean the same holds true outside it. The stronger the young master becomes, the more they'll fear him!"
Listening to their discussion, Chen Mu thought, Unfortunately, you've all guessed wrong.
Even without using the system, Chen Mu could easily tell that these people had come for Qin Xuanji.
Their spiritual energy belonged to neither Great Cang, the Demon Domain, nor the Nine Provinces. It was utterly unfamiliar.
At Chen Mu's level, distinguishing the aura of the Upper Realm from that of the Lower Realm was effortless.
Never mind him-even an ordinary Great Emperor could easily notice the difference.
"These people's spiritual qi doesn't match that of our Great Cang. It carries a faint trace of divine power!" a Great Emperor said.
"Divine power? Could they be immortals?"
"It's hard to say whether they're immortals, but one thing is certain: they come from a higher plane world. Their aura bears some