When all the Jia Division members aimed their weapons at Shen Bai, a chill washed over him. His pores tightened, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
These Jia Division members were all masters of the Meridian Realm. Any one of them could hold a significant position in Fenglin State on their own.
To put it bluntly, if any of them wanted to establish a small faction like the Upper Evil Sect, they could likely do so with ease.
Anyone else, finding themselves with the weapons of so many Meridian Realm masters pointed at them, would likely have lost their composure and broken down completely in an instant.
But Shen Bai was different.
Shen Bai soothed a growling Amber, then turned to look at Long Yan singing on the opera stage.
"A dream within a dream, right?"
Cold Moon left its sheath, unleashing a flash of frigid light as Shen Bai held it in a reverse grip.
The blood-red patterns on the blade intertwined, forming a beautiful yet intricate design.
