As soon as Yang Wei said those words, Tian Yongheng paused briefly before continuing to tap his finger lightly against the stone table.
*Tap!* *Tap!* *Tap!*
Each sound echoed softly throughout the room as his expression gradually became thoughtful.
The Lower Realm Spirit pushing forward the Providence of the Mythical Era, the strange movements of the Upper Realm Immortals and Gods, and the growing sense of unease shared by both himself, Yang Wei, and probably many other powerhouses throughout the Lower Realm...
Separately, each matter might not seem particularly alarming, however, when placed together, they formed a pattern that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
After contemplating for a long time, Tian Yongheng finally shook his head.
"Regardless of what is coming, there is little we can do about it right now."
Yang Wei remained silent, listening to him speak.
Tian Yongheng calmly picked up his teacup.
