Duan Old Ancestor

Amid the clamor of voices, Zhu He cautiously looked toward Lü Yinlin and asked, "May I ask, Old Ancestor, who formed a Nascent Soul? Was it someone from our Taiyi Sect?"

There was meaning behind Zhu He's question, and it voiced the thoughts in all the elders' hearts. The moment he spoke, the whispers in the hall fell silent. Every gaze fixed upon Lü Yinlin, awaiting his answer.

Lü Yinlin's gaze suddenly shifted to Duan Rong.

Noticing Lü Yinlin's gaze, Zhu He's heart skipped a beat. A flash of astonishment crossed his eyes, but he soon frowned. At such a critical moment, Lü Yinlin looking at Duan Rong conveyed a great deal. Yet if he meant that Duan Rong had formed a Nascent Soul, Zhu He found it hard to believe.

Duan Rong was far too young—barely over thirty. What Nascent Soul Realm cultivator was that young!? Wasn't that utter nonsense?

The other elders also noticed Lü Yinlin's gaze and turned to look at Duan Rong.

While everyone was completely baffled, Lü Yinlin said, "Duan Rong, come here."

"Yes." Duan Rong answered, rose to his feet, and walked over to Lü Yinlin.

This scene left the elders even more confused. Why had the Old Ancestor suddenly summoned Duan Rong over?

Duan Rong came to stand beside Lü Yinlin. Seated there, Lü Yinlin suddenly said, "The person who formed a Nascent Soul amid that heavenly phenomenon that day was Duan Rong."

"Duan Rong!?" "Formed a Nascent Soul!?"

The instant they heard that answer, the elders stood with their mouths slightly agape, staring in shock at Lü Yinlin and Duan Rong beside him.

Zhu He's lips even trembled as he looked at Duan Rong with a complicated expression.

The entire Council Hall fell deathly silent!

Even the air seemed to have frozen