The hall was deathly silent, the air frigid.
Jiang Yi stood calmly in the center, his body wreathed in the dense, cold presence of Tai Yin. A hazy, clear light rippled outward, draping him in a cloak of pure, concentrated moonlight.
After completely scattering Luo Qingya's Primordial Spirit, he glanced at Luo Xuanming. His expression remained serene and peaceful, like a deep, ancient well, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
Luo Xuanming couldn't suppress a shiver and hastily prostrated himself.
"Luo Xuanming of Dangyin Ridge greets you, Daoist!"
This Foundation Establishment True Master, only recently recalled to the Sect, had never imagined he would feel such fear toward a mere Qi Cultivation Cultivator. His heart pounded with a terror that refused to subside.
Jiang Yi slowly opened his mouth and spoke his fourth sentence.
