117 Golden Symbols

Once Yuan entered the portal and disappeared from the spectators' room, Long Yijun and all of the sect elders there sat down in a chair with an exhausted expression on their faces.

"Heavens… That was exhausting…" Elder Xin was the first to speak there, and he continued a moment later, "It's really difficult being around a genius like Yuan. There's simply something about his aura that frightens me."

"You got that feeling too? Although I cannot tell what it is, there's something fearsome hidden within Yuan, and it felt like there were always two pairs of eyes watching me at all times." Long Yijun said with his back soaked in sweat. "Perhaps I'm just imagining things, and it's just his natural aura."