As he spoke, the light in Elder Bai Mei's eyes shifted once more—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. In the blink of an eye, the radiance changed seven times, each time more sinister and peculiar than the last!
"Yang Tian..."
Upon seeing Elder Bai Mei's bizarre and ever-changing demeanor, Murong Yan, seated below, couldn't help but cry out in concern.
Though Yang Tian was truly formidable in her eyes, standing proudly between heaven and earth in every battle,
the elder Bai Mei before them was nonetheless a figure of great authority, revered by all in the realm of cultivated truth.
"Yang... God!"
When the battle concluded, Murong Yan saw Yang Tian slowly walking out. She immediately rushed forward, her lips parting.
Yang Tian saw this and smiled faintly, saying, "Just call me Yang Tian."
"Alright! Okay then!"
Murong Yan nodded slightly and then looked at Yang Tian's retreating figure, asking, "What about Xiao Xue?"
