In the place of the flower bridge and flowing water, the people of the Seven Great Sects were still present.
Yuange seemed somewhat restless, sitting there, no longer continuing to devour the spiritual energy for cultivation.
As for the others, they behaved as if nothing had happened, smiling occasionally, and praising the richness of the spiritual energy on the Netherworld King Star.
Yuange always felt that something significant was about to happen.
That's why he felt uneasy.
And it was at this moment—
"Report—"
Another disciple rushed in from outside, their voice extremely shrill.
Around them, Suo Lin, the enchanting woman, the man from the Moon God Sect, and others frowned slightly, clearly having their current artistic conception interrupted by this scream, and opened their eyes.
"What happened now?"
The enchanting woman complained: "I finally calmed down, why does your Sect of the Divine Sun have so many issues?"
