Yang Tian walked into the hall and immediately felt a strong Divine Breath enveloping him.
This made it somewhat difficult for him to breathe.
However, the Nuwa Divine Technique within him started to boil at this moment, making him feel much more comfortable. But remembering the Drunkard's instruction not to casually use the Nuwa Divine Technique, he quickly suppressed it.
After all, sitting on the Dragon Throne was Hua Tiandu.
Hua Tiandu was also a practitioner of the Nuwa Divine Technique.
"Kneel!"
A stern shout rang out, and an elder standing not far below Hua Tiandu shouted.
Yang Tian felt a strong Divine Breath surge over him, compelling him to kneel instinctively.
"Are you Yang Tian?"
Hua Tiandu lay on the Dragon Throne, his demeanor lax, as if asleep or drunk. Yet Yang Tian clearly felt a strong Divine Sense probing him.
Yang Tian quickly bowed his head, pretending to tremble all over, filled with anxiety.
"Qin Ling chose you to be his disciple?"
