"Where is Ye Qingchen?"
The elder came ashore, hands clasped behind him, surveying the crowd.
His gaze was like lightning, dazzling in the dark, and the copper medal assassins who stole glances at him felt as if their eyes were pierced by steel needles, immensely painful, and quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look again.
The gold medal assassins exchanged glances, immediately understanding that the other's aura was incredibly powerful, almost condensed to the extreme.
One of them stepped forward and respectfully said:
"Reporting to Grand Hall Master, during this period, Ye Qingchen seems to have disappeared without a trace!"
"Hmm?"
The elder's expression turned cold.
In an instant.
A sudden storm arose, and everyone felt as if he were a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. Many silver and copper medal assassins, even at this moment, couldn't stand their ground and collectively knelt on the ground.
Only the gold medal assassins could barely hold on.
