Hearing Xu Zimo's words, everyone was stunned.
"What are you talking about?" Xia Wanqing asked.
"Which friend is it? Come out and let us have a look," Xu Zimo said as he walked out of the inn and looked toward the sky.
"Hm?" A low murmur came from the sky.
"A tiny Tianwu Sect actually has someone like this?
Someone who can see through this old man's Flowing Cloud Water Pavilion."
Hearing this sudden voice, everyone's expressions changed drastically.
Especially Second Prince Chen Luo, who seemed to have realized something.
When everyone looked at the little town again, they felt that every corner of it was steeped in strangeness.
Some trees were lush and verdant, while others had already withered away.
The town's residents wandered through the streets, but upon closer inspection, they seemed as though they had been programmed.
They repeated the same movements and postures.
Even the innkeeper's smile grew increasingly eerie.
Chen Luo asked the void, "Could it be Senior Xuankong?"
"You little brat do have some knowledge," the old man's voice sounded again.
The next moment, the earth beneath their feet trembled.
The town where everyone stood was uprooted, then shrank at a speed visible to the mortal eye.
When they looked around again, they discovered that they were merely standing in a patch of wilderness.
The surroundings were completely empty. Where was there any town?
Ahead of them, an old man slowly strolled over.
He wore a gray robe and was dressed rather like a scholar.
He was vigorous and full of spirit. At that moment, he extended his right hand, and the town, shrunk several hundred times over, spun within his palm.
As if that enormous town had merely been a toy in his hand.
Xu Zimo took a glance and found it rather