บท 545: The Eagle above the Cold Mountain

The emotions of the crowd in the grand hall had been changing along with the voice of the Young Zen Master.

They felt it preposterous after the initial shock.

It seemed to be so serious when various sects and the imperial court kept on sending the letters one after another. It seemed that a violent storm would come and the Underworld would invade Chaotian, and Bu Qiuxiao had even leapt up to be ready for the forthcoming danger. But in the next moment, that important figure from the Underworld was somehow dead.

The small black wild cat sensed something was out of place. The cat ran to the distance again after meowing once in terror.