Chapter 10 Exposure

"The heavens shrank tens of thousands of zhang, the earth condensed a million li... This world has become small," he mused.

Yan.

The Primitive Demonic Sect.

Deep within a bright yet subtly shadowed Great Array.

An elder's spectral figure stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky.

His eyes slightly glazed over as he muttered to himself.

Beside him, several Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Demonic Sect stood in line behind him, hands bound and heads bowed.

Even knowing that only a remnant soul remained before them, they all held their breath and were on tenterhooks, not daring to make a sound.

The elder came back to his senses, swept a glance over the tense Demonic Sect Cultivators around him, and suddenly cracked a slight smile:

"Why is no one talking? Compared to your masters and grandmasters, you all fall short by far. Be more lively..."

Upon saying this, he seemed to recall something, and a wistful look crossed his face: