Saint City’s Meeting

For the next two days, the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain was completely still. Whether it was day or night, no to mention even half a spirit beast, not a single ordinary animal was seen. There wasn't any flying beast of any sort in the sky at all.

In the Saint City, high ranking individuals were gathered, they were discussing the events over the last two days, Every single one of them in had identities that would definitely gotten the entire Yilin Continent quivering in fear if they went out.

Wu Lingyu was with them, looking rather out of place among the elders.

Although he was young, no one looked down on him, because everyone knew he came from the upper realms and he was the Holy Son of the Sage Pavilion. He had proven himself to be extremely capable.

"These two days, there haven't been any appearance of any beasts, has everything died down?" A middle-aged man asked.

Looking at his outfit, one could tell he was the number one elder of the Alchemy Guild.