Gu Yuan descended from the Escape Light, his steps unfaltering as he walked straight through the grand hall and into the inner sanctum.
Instantly, numerous eyes swept towards him.
The positions on the inner sanctum's cushions were long determined; these sixteen individuals had endured countless struggles to secure a spot. Typically, disciples outside the grand hall dared not intrude casually.
If someone entered the inner sanctum, it signified a new struggle, so everyone's gazes were cold.
Yet, Gu Yuan remained unafraid, hands clasped behind his back, Daoist robe flowing, even carrying a smile at the corner of his lips.
Such confident demeanor made everyone in the hall furrow their brows.
A few, upon recognizing Gu Yuan's appearance, displayed a look of anger.
"It's that little thief!"
But sensing the thick aura on Gu Yuan, their expressions changed quickly, lowering their heads as if fearing his gaze.
