The conversation between two figures inside the room echoed into Xu Ke's ears, leaving a profound impact on his young heart.
His eyes widened, and his mouth slightly opened, as if hesitating to speak.
Though Li Fan was not as shocked by the cold decisiveness with which Emperor Sanmo regarded the disciples at the door as mere ants, he felt a sense of helplessness.
The faint aura emanating from the white-bearded elder sent a shiver deep into the soul of the spirit bird possessing him.
Under the oppressive presence of this natural-born superior, the spirit bird's thoughts seemed to freeze for an instant, its body trembling slightly, unable to move otherwise.
Through the bloodline memories of the spirit bird, Li Fan quickly understood how noble this wise beast was among its kind.