Inside the Shenxiao Great Hall, Gao Xian stood in his white robes, pure as snow, greeting the Jiaolong King warmly as if he were the master of this place.
His calm and effortless demeanor unsettled the Jiaolong King deeply: “Could this be Gao Xian’s trap?”
Other妖族 (demonic clans) shared similar thoughts, growing all the more anxious and uneasy.
Yet when they all extended their divine senses, the empty, dilapidated Shenxiao Great Hall showed no trace of any cultivator.
This only stirred more suspicion among the妖族.
But the Jiaolong King quickly composed himself.
If there really was an ambush, he would have to remain even calmer.
The problem was that nothing abnormal appeared within the range of his divine sense.
Neither did his Zhu Dragon Eyes detect anything strange!
Even a seventh-tier powerhouse would find it nearly impossible to hide from the Zhu Dragon Eyes.
Moreover, if there were truly a seventh-tier expert here, there would be no need to sneak around!
The Jiaolong King looked Gao Xian up and down carefully but found no special clues.
Gao Xian’s form and spirit perfectly blended, and his aura was whole and complete—he was truly unreadable.
But Gao Xian had only just passed his thunder tribulation seven years ago.