Indeed, as he sensed the approach of numerous presences, Shen Yi finally withdrew his gaze, a trace of barely detectable disappointment flickering in his eyes.
The entire expanse of water was as silent as the grave.
Even the death of his own son couldn't provoke that old dragon into losing its reason; Shen Yi genuinely couldn't think of any method that might enrage his opponent.
If he couldn't slay the old dragon, then his plans would be stalled.
The seemingly crisis-free Southern Hong was actually trapped in a deadly situation.
The reason was simple.
Even if the Ten Thousand Demon Hall was mysterious, with formidable forces like the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect and the Yue Family, and the Western Dragon Palace, which was still waiting for Qi Zhaoyi to return, once they came to their senses and began a concerted effort to investigate fully, they would definitely trace the clues back to Nan Honglai.
Only Shen Yi knew that he had no remarkable talent to speak of.