"The envied mandarin ducks, not the immortals!"
After this phrase resounded within the mourning hall, the entire place instantly plunged into dead silence!
This voice was all too familiar to the people in the mourning hall; to Yun Xinyan and the others, it warmed their bones, but for the Evil King and his kind, it was a voice they loathed to the marrow.
Could it be...
Upon hearing this voice, every face in the room was painted with thick shock and disbelief!
How could this be possible!
Ye Tian!!!
As everyone's gaze converged upon the owner of the voice, each person shuddered violently!
Behind Yun Xinyan, a youth with a sinister face stood quietly, his countenance firmer than before and his brows faintly radiating an emperor's aura, as if a true sovereign stood there, making one's spirit tremble.
"Tian... is it really you?" Yun Xinyan's pretty face was now streaked with tears as she stared blankly at the person before her, as if in a dream.