Looking at the unspeaking Shi Tie, Yan Zhaoge also fell silent, sighing soundlessly.
The interaction between the two was wholly conducted via sound transmission, with outsiders not privy to their contents.
Standing behind Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng was a little nonplussed.
Their eldest apprentice-uncle Shi Tie who always resembled a mountain peak that seemed able to support the very heavens-even she could see that he was a little despondent at this time.
As though the towering mountain had been dyed the colour of twilight by the setting sun.
However, very quickly, Shi Tie reopened his eyes.
And with the opening of his eyes it was like the sleeping lion had awoken, the previous despondence completely gone without a trace, the person standing before them still that domineering, mighty Iron Lion King.
Looking at this scene, Feng Yunsheng even felt that what she had seen earlier had completely been an illusion.