Her mocking voice echoed through the room.
Yet neither she nor Lucian noticed that, far away, inside the international venue, someone had also sensed the disturbance.
A person was sitting cross-legged in meditation, his eyes closed and his breathing so steady that he almost seemed like a statue.
Suddenly, his eyes opened. A sharp glint flashed through them as he looked at the empty space before him.
"So she has finally decided to make an appearance."
Tan Yin slowly stood up.
His body looked far older than it should have for someone with his cultivation.
He had lived for almost two thousand years, and even with his extraordinary cultivation, his physical body had already reached its limit.
He turned around and walked toward the entrance of his room.
In reality, the room was located inside a magnificent palace, and the entire palace was heavily guarded. Numerous guards stood outside, each of them being formidable cultivators themselves.
