All the disciples on the Falling Star Mountain stood up at this moment. Their gazes were surprised as they looked at the distant sky. Due to the defensive formation that was naturally formed by the meteorite, they were unable to see the situation outside. However, they were vaguely able to sense that the Falling Star Pavilion seemed to be faced with a great calamity.
Feng zun-zhe and the others were gathered on a square on the mountain top. Their expressions were grave as they looked at the sky.
"The Hall of Soul have come…" Tian Huo zun-zhe knitted his brows and spoke in a deep voice.
"There are many strong auras outside. This time around, it seems that the Hall of Soul really intend to wash the Falling Star Pavilion in blood as a deterrence to others…" A solemness appeared on Little Fairy Doctor's face as she spoke.
Feng zun-zhe nodded slightly. However, his expression was calm. He was aware that this day would arrive sooner or later. It was just a matter of time.