At that moment, all fell silent. Not a sound could be heard.
Everyone was stunned.
Including Steward Ge, the dozens of Moon Gazing Pavilion stewards stood dumbfounded, shocked beyond words.
Ning Que had changed far too much!
His bearing had undergone a heaven-and-earth transformation in an instant!
A moment ago, he had been an ordinary sect disciple, a prisoner.
Yet in the blink of an eye, he had become someone of such regal bearing?
Quite a few thought their eyes were playing tricks on them and rubbed them before looking again.
The aura around Ning Que remained deep and steady, and his brocade robe patterned with purple clouds stirred without wind. The cloud patterns seemed to come alive, shimmering with a faint purple-gold luster.
His gaze was calm and unruffled. Even facing so many experts from the Moon Gazing Pavilion, his expression did not change.
Whenever their eyes happened to meet Ning Que's, the stewards even felt a stabbing pain in their eyes.
It was as though they had looked straight at the sun.
"You..."
Steward Ge swallowed, much of the confidence he had possessed when ordering the arrest dissipating.
He had lived most of his life without ever seeing such a peculiar young man-even though his own cultivation realm was far higher, his soul was trembling.
Ning Que stepped forward, each step seeming to land on the very tips of their hearts. "I can go with you."
His voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly. "But I'll say it again: what happened at the Fallen Star Pavilion has nothing to do with me. If you arrest the wrong person, can the Moon Gazing Pavilion bear the consequences?"
Those words sent another violent tremor through their hearts.
Their apprehension deepened.
Steward Ge abruptly snapped out of it