As Chen Zhixing completely walked out of the grand hall, golden sunlight scattered across his body.
The entire area outside the grand hall instantly plunged into eerie silence.
The smiles of the remarkable talents froze on their faces, each pair of eyes wide in disbelief.
The gentle mountain breeze stirred Chen Zhixing's clothes.
"I heard someone wants to seize my Immortal Martial Order?"
Chen Zhixing's expression remained calm as he looked at the group of prodigies.
"Rumors! Those are just rumors!"
"Who said that? It certainly wasn't me!"
"Who dares to steal the Third Young Master's belongings? They'd make an enemy of me, Zhan Hu!"
In an instant, the prodigies shared a common enemy, speaking up in unison.
"Oh, really?"
Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow.
"Of course!"
"Whoever has the audacity to take the Third Young Master's possessions will find me irreconcilably hostile with them!"
The smiles of charm gathered on the faces of the prodigies from various sects.
