When the aura of the Pseudo-God erupted in an instant, Qin An immediately grasped the Cold Star at his waist, drawing it out, a hint of seriousness appearing in his eyes.
The aura he sensed from the elder made him feel somewhat overwhelmed.
This pressure was far stronger than that of anyone he had ever encountered.
The elder perceived Qin An's emotions, then retracted the terrifying aura from his body, revealing a faint, almost invisible smile: "Young friend, do not be alarmed, I harbor no ill intentions. Have I not already let you sense my identity? Could it be that you came here without realizing who I truly am?"
Upon hearing these words, Qin An squinted, circulating the Void Essence within him as he sensed meticulously.
His brow furrowed tightly: "What exactly is your connection with the Jinluan Holy Hall?"
Earlier, he had carefully perceived, and only then did he notice that the aura from this elder's body bore an uncanny resemblance to that of the Jinluan Holy Hall.
