The hall was completely silent. Even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard clearly. There wasn't the least bit of liveliness to be found.
Yan Tian looked at the newly promoted yin son of heaven being silent and began to panic in his heart. Although his position was very high in the night pearl small world, he was just a manager appointed by the Alliance. He was only a small fish in the Alliance of beyond the heavens. Moreover, he was a rogue cultivator without an enormous power backing him, so Yin Qi was an existence he couldn't afford to offend. Not right then at the least.
In the silence, time seemed to have slowed down. Yan Tian, a true immortal, felt his heart grow heavier and heavier, and large beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
"Yan Tian, what do you still want to investigate? Haven't you already handed over the god ruins left behind by god father to Leng Family's young master?
