"What a load of nonsense!"
Enraged, Meng Yao spun around and soared into the air. She looked in the direction of the voices and twiddled her fingers in the void a few times.
The sound of the zither sounded endlessly and suppressed the discussions of many cultivators before long.
"Who was spouting nonsense earlier on?"
Meng Yao looked at the crowd with an icy expression and questioned loudly. Her tone was cold and filled with killing intent.
There were too many cultivators in the Divine Firmament Hall and there were tens of millions of them. At a glance, it was a black patch.
Meng Yao could only determine the approximate location of the discussions earlier on, but she did not know who were the ones gossiping.
When they saw Meng Yao's murderous aura, which of the few people who spoke earlier on dared to stand out and die?
Everyone kept mum out of fear and did not dare to say anything.
"Good, good."