Big One lay in Zhao Layue's arms, watching the little black stray cat run off into the distance.
Many people's gazes followed it, then gradually rose to settle among the distant mountains.
Nobody spared He Wei a glance, out of pity, not wanting to embarrass him too much.
The atmosphere in the hall had been tense before; now it was oppressive and awkward.
The dignified Kunlun Sect Master had been willing to offend both the One-Thatch Studio and the Green Mountain Sect to avenge his junior brother, yet a single remark from White True Person had left him with no choice but to give up.
Was this the authority of the strongest person on the Chaotian Continent? But in acting this way, was White True Person not afraid of alienating allies like the Kunlun Sect?
The autumn wind came from the distant mountains and drifted through the quiet hall, bringing a chill.
The purpose of cultivation was longevity, yet for the sake of cultivation, they had to spare time to watch a spectacle like this.
Many people began to feel weary, thinking they should not be at the Fruitful Accomplishment Temple now, but back in the mountains cultivating in seclusion.
The Netherworld had no spring, summer, autumn, or winter, only periods of light and darkness, divided according to the waxing and waning of heavenly fire and the Nether River. Naturally, there was no bleak autumn wind here. The capital lay within an immense black stone mountain. At a cliff more than ten li away stood several seemingly ordinary thatched huts, yet the golden leaves covering them were splendid beyond measure.
This was the Soul Dwelling of the Nether Master's eldest disciple, so naturally it needed no powerful guards.
To the people of the Nether Department, the Nether Master's