Helian Zhan stood in the center of the wide square within the Zhuge family grounds when the sudden voice caused his pupils to shrink slightly, his right hand instinctively grasping the sword at his waist.
Without the three Zhuge brothers to preside over and manipulate the Nine Dragon Formation, even the qualification to draw his sword was not granted to him, yet he had broken it in the time it takes to finish a cup of tea.
However, facing this abruptly emerging voice, Helian Zhan felt pressure he hadn't experienced in ten years.
He released his Divine Sense, attempting to lock onto the specific location of the other, only to find that they were exceedingly well-hidden, completely eluding his detection.
"I had not expected the Zhuge family to have such an ancient ancestor presiding over it; my approach was presumptuous," Helian Zhan slowly said.
