Ethan Smith was bound and thrown into the center of the Great Hall.
He didn't know what kind of Dharma Treasure was used on him, so he couldn't move at all.
This kind of chain could restrict a person's spiritual power, preventing anyone from escaping once captured.
The Sect Master sat on his high throne with his eyes slightly closed, not knowing what he was thinking about.
About ten minutes later.
Many elders of the Cloud Sect arrived at the Great Hall one after another.
Seeing Ethan tied up, their faces couldn't help but reveal expressions of joy. Of course, some of them were also sizing up Ethan curiously.
"Is this the Ethan Smith?"
"He doesn't look that special. Does he really have such great ability?"
"He made our Cloud Sect suffer repeatedly. If he didn't have any ability, how could the Sect Master make a move himself?"
Everyone gossiped about Ethan Smith, pointing fingers and whispering.
Ethan slightly closed his eyes, not bothering to deal with them.