Someone finally noticed Yin Zhiping's unusual behavior.
"Senior Brother Yin, what's going on with you?"
Yin Zhiping leaned his head toward the disciple, lowering his voice: "Why do I feel like someone is constantly watching us?"
The disciple glanced around: "I don't feel it at all."
Yin Zhiping stopped talking and continued to sense that strange feeling.
"Those with an affinity of one-tenth and below, head to the outer hall."
Yang Dingtian began to speak.
Beside him, Xie Yun glanced at the little chubby boy and burst out laughing.
There were very few people with less than one-tenth affinity, and the little chubby boy was one of them.
Many people started to chatter as they walked toward the outer hall.
Situ Nan did not forget to give Chu Yi a worried glance as he was leaving.
Chu Yi's lifespan was only three hundred years; such a short time was truly regrettable.
"Have they come out?"
