The twenty-seven heavenly Divine Skills that could destroy three states and force the Dao Palace to kneel before the world were like twenty-seven sheets of paper that could be pierced with a single poke in front of Xie Tian.
No one could have imagined that his tribulation crossing would be so swift, so easy.
Thus, when Xie Tian brought a near-fainting Shen Ji, dizzy with excitement, into the slightly over half remaining Yiqi Sect, most people in Tianqi City were still enduring the agony of excited and anxious waiting.
A small part of them endured the waiting without excitement, for instance, the two people with the same first and last name in the Eastern Hall.
One of them, Shen Feng, seemed to still be immersed in the recent happenings in the Imperial Garden, his face contorted, breathing rapid, his divine eyes blood-red, like a ghost unwilling to rest in peace.
