The Holy Statue gradually faded. The way the cultivators looked at Hu Jing had completely changed; their minds had even gone blank.
'Who is she? What is all this?'
'Why is this happening?'
Hu Jing, however, was perfectly calm. Placing her right hand over her heart, she said, "Glory to the Holy Hall."
'The Holy Hall... It's the Holy Hall again!'
This battle was the prelude to madness. Then Yang Ying took the stage, and yet another Holy Statue appeared. The cultivators' minds were reeling. They felt as if their understanding of the world was about to shatter.
'Is the Holy Hall the number one sect in the Star Alliance?'
'Why have we never heard of it before?'
Wang Meng took the stage. By now, all the cultivators knew that this young man before them was the Holy Hall Master.
Could anyone believe it?
