Pei Yan's mind was in complete disarray. Apart from gaining a clearer understanding of his inadequacies, he couldn't fathom what this group of people intended to do.
Ever since the earliest Daoist Realm cultivators who escaped from the dimensional rift huddled timidly by the edge of the pond, those strange figures had also gathered on the ice, standing still.
Trapped in this formation, they found themselves in a bizarre yet tense atmosphere. The investigation bureau, the out-of-plane cultivators, and the strange figures formed a delicate triangular balance, with no one daring to make the first move and break this equilibrium.
Shangxing's gaze constantly swept between the two groups. From the previous situation, it seemed they weren't allies. But if they recklessly attacked as the group with the smallest numbers, would they face an assault from both sides? It's hard to say.
