East City, a giant square in the center, is where a sea of cultivators gather, standing on rooftops, on streets, and hovering in the air. Even those at a distance activate their Six Senses and Divine Thought to 'watch' the scene unfolding in the square.
"Why hasn't Lin Tanyu appeared yet? We've been waiting for an hour..."
"Could he be scared and not dare to come?"
"Wouldn't I have come for nothing then, unable to see the spectacle."
Amidst the crowd, voices reverberate, while Yin Shang, seated in the broad throne in the square, becomes increasingly gloomy. Sweat beads form at his temples, having waited for an hour, and Lin Tanyu is still nowhere in sight?
"Lord Yin Shang, that kid must be scared and doesn't dare to come," the trusted aide beside him murmurs under his breath, "He will die even if he comes."
"Shut up." Yin Shang glares, emanating a violent suppression, causing quite a few around to pale slightly.
