Li Yan found the scene before him strange, yet strange as it was, he simply stood honestly below with his hands hanging at his sides and his eyes lowered.
By his usual habits, so long as the other party did not directly question him, he would absolutely not speak lightly.
"Speak!"
A majestic voice came from above. With just that single simple word, Li Yan felt the space around him tighten, as though the toll of a great bell and a mighty chime were reverberating endlessly throughout the entire hall.
So strong!
Only those two words flashed through Li Yan's mind. He had previously guessed at the other party's cultivation.
Yet he did not know whether his guess had still been too low. When facing his Second Martial Uncle Shi Ligu and Martial Uncle Ning Ke, he had never felt such pressure.
Of course, that was merely his direct impression. Li Yan also knew that his martial uncle and martial aunt might have deliberately restrained their auras.
At the same time, Li Yan's heart tightened. He sensed a gaze from above falling upon him in an instant.
It made Li Yan feel as though, at this very moment, every secret upon him had been seen through completely by the other party.
The feeling made him exceedingly uncomfortable, but it lasted only an instant. That in turn made Li Yan wonder whether what he had just felt had merely been an illusion.
In a moment of dazed distraction, he felt as though nothing had happened at all. After he arrived, the Chief Altar had offered no pleasantries, nor had it even asked about his origins, instead questioning them directly.
Li Yan felt no dissatisfaction toward this. What rules were there to speak of in the Immortal Realm? Strength reigned supreme in