Zhou Yuntian's words plunged many cultivators present into silence.
Among them, some cultivators vaguely knew that the relationship between Zhou Yan and these people was not harmonious, but they did not expect there to be so many reasons.
But what use was it to say these reasons now? Was it just so that Zhou Yan could die with some consolation?
This was clearly somewhat ridiculous, but no cultivator could laugh it off, because no one knew what Zhou Taiting and a series of other people were thinking or what subsequent measures they had.
At this moment, Heaven and Earth had become somewhat unstable. The environment, which had been raging with wind and snow, was now showing a different kind of change.
The aura of the ancient array began to emerge, bit by bit.
Amidst the wind and snow, all cultivators could feel that the snowflakes had lost their trajectory.
