Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, the palace of Duanmu Ethan collapsed, and a shadow shot up into the sky.
"W-What... what's going on?"
People's minds were buzzing in confusion.
"It seems like someone has broken into the leader's palace and even destroyed the house?"
A middle-aged man questioned doubtfully, even he himself felt the words he had said were too unbelievable.
"Could it be... they're aiming for the underground palace?"
Ji Yanjiao's eldest elder, a gentle-looking woman, had a grave expression on her face.
Duanmu Ethan snapped back to reality and, turning into an afterimage, pursued the shadow. After a moment, he stopped mid-air over the ruins.
He looked down and saw Zhao Yunge flying up from below.
"Junior brother, which old Sky-asking realm fellow is it? They're really courting death!" Duanmu Ethan gritted his teeth and asked.
"It's not the Sky-asking realm. It's a young-looking junior." Zhao Yunge shook his head, his face even paler than before.