Within Xuantian Palace, every single person was physically and mentally exhausted, even dispirited and lost.
Among them, some had their most beloved partners slain by the strong ones from the Divines Hall, leaving them heartbroken and alone for the rest of their lives.
For others, the brothers with whom they had shared life and death experiences in their journey to the north and the south met with tragic deaths, a kind of loneliness that they could not accept, even leading to mental breakdowns.
Some mourned brutal losses within their families, while others grieved for friends who had suffered cruel deaths. In short, no one was happy.
In the main hall of Xuantian Palace, seated in the place of honor was Ye Ling, sitting casually, yet his presence exerted enormous pressure on everyone else.
Could it be the presence of an Immortal? Did they dare to behave improperly in front of him, to not treat him with utmost respect?