Presumptuous Thoughts
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Three days later, the divine visions subsided. The palace regained its silence.
The sky stretched for miles without any clouds. The sky was clear, as though nothing had happened before.
However, the areas around the palace were packed with people. Many cultivators stood at the top of buildings as they stared wide-eyed in the direction where Ye Futian's palace was.
It was as though the palace was being surrounded. Many cultivators were observing it.
In the distance, a group of cultivators of Tianshen Academy was standing at the sky stairwell. All of them looked in the direction of the palace. There were even Renhuangs among them.