Fang Yan was chatting happily with Ji Wushuang, occasionally looking over at Su Xin. Ji Wushuang noticed his behavior as well but acted indifferently.
The Altar had almost reached its 1,000-person quota, and those who stepped on it had their eyes fixed on the porta in the center.
Everyone realized that the membrane was protecting the portal and that it could only be opened when all one thousand cultivators appeared on the altar.
"What do you think might be on the other side of the portal?" Fang Yan asked Ji WuShuang, his gaze fixed on her beautiful, cold face.
"I don't know, we'll have to wait," Ji WuShuang said as she turned around to look at the stairs, where she saw her father struggling to reach the top, but he was almost there.
Fang Yan nodded as he also took a look at the Patriarch of the Ji Family.