Silence!
Except for the sounds of the Holy Sect Envoy's corpse convulsing twice on the ground, the entire cabin was as silent as death.
The Heavenly Demoness's pale face had turned an iron shade of blue from fright.
The Red River Three Killers, originally stiff as wood, now seemed as if nailed to the floor, daring not to move.
Snap! —
A piece of crumbling wood suddenly fell from a broken beam.
A large hand had anticipated its landing, carefully catching the wood.
Jiang Dali looked up.
The Fire King Ancestor Gold Hall tip-toed, chuckling obsequiously, and tossed aside the piece of wood that nearly fell on Jiang Dali's head.
"Don't put your hand over my head next time."
Jiang Dali lightly patted the Ancestor Gold Hall on the shoulder and said indifferently.
The Ancestor Gold Hall was taken aback and quickly nodded in acknowledgment.
