The newcomer was none other than Ye Yun.
He stood tall, hands clasped behind his back, calmly standing atop the crimson high platform, his gaze indifferent as he looked across the distance at Zhou Xingyu.
"Brother Yun is making a move."
Nangong Jade felt a bit nervous, staring at Ye Yun's back, cold sweat seeping from her palms.
Right now they were inside the Ancient God Religion; trying to snatch the avatar under the eyes of the crowd was obviously insanely difficult.
Though she was tense inside, Nangong Jade was very clear: the reason Brother Yun could remain this composed was that he definitely had some terrifying trump card he hadn't revealed.
So she didn't cause trouble for Brother Yun, stayed where she was, and patiently waited.
"Damn…"
That middle-aged man Saw Ye Yun suddenly fly up, and was scared half to death.
He shut his eyes, unable to bear watching.
...
"Ye Yun!"
