As his words fell, silence settled over the hall.
The Foundation Establishment cultivators lowered their heads, their hands at their sides, and none said a word.
What a joke. True Person Changfeng was the strongest of the Sects' Golden Core elders.
Who would dare question his authority? They would have to have swallowed a bear's heart and a leopard's gall.
Even though many present were outstanding among Foundation Establishment cultivators, even if they were fortunate enough to form a Golden Core someday, the gap between them and him would still be as vast as heaven and earth.
Openly defying a senior could, if handled poorly, cost them any chance of ever attempting Golden Core formation.
Looking down at the obedient juniors of the Sects, True Person Changfeng nodded slightly.
Almost imperceptibly, Liu Yu felt that his martial uncle's gaze lingered on him for a moment.
The many secrets he carried made his heart tighten, but his expression remained unchanged.
A moment later, however, Liu Yu relaxed inwardly.
His spiritual perception, far keener than that of ordinary cultivators, allowed him to sense True Person Changfeng's departure before anyone else, though he gave no sign of it.
He boldly swept his divine sense upward. The spot where True Person Changfeng had stood was already empty.
The spirit pressure remained, but his figure had vanished.
Only when they sensed the change in spirit pressure did the other Foundation Establishment cultivators lift their heads. They sighed in relief, their spirits lightening now that their merit points were in hand.
They had long grown accustomed to the elders' lofty comings and goings. After all, they were Golden Core seniors.
If a high-level cultivator followed them like a shadow, many would instead find themselves unable to sit or stand at ease-Liu Yu, for instance.
Several breaths