Chapter 835: Painted Panels (II)
“This is...”
The intense sense of déjà vu stirred unease within him. He was sure he’d never seen it before, yet the ancient style felt intimately familiar. His gaze followed the panels to the final one; it depicted the outside of the hall, where a man stood with his ear tilted as if listening.
At that moment, Li Xuanfeng’s mind roared with realization, and he finally remembered why it felt so familiar. He had seen that very view before; the painting of black-green winds, the swaying pine forest amidst the Heavy Abyssal Gale...
Chongming Hall! These panels depict the Six Sons of Chongming!
He quickly withdrew his gaze, feigning nonchalance as he scanned the hall again. The cultivators inside had all turned to look at him. Some were cloaked in eerie demonic energy, while others were wreathed in True Flame or bathed in Buddhist radiance. All of their eyes now locked firmly on him.
Li Xuanfeng’s gray eyes narrowed slightly as he met their gazes without hesitation, showing no concern for the warning in their stares. He was regally composed as he stepped forward into the hall with one hand gripping his bow, and the other held behind his back.
Si Yuanli followed close behind, visibly tense. His longsword shimmered with brilliance; it was practically pressed against his armor as he stared fixedly at the four central cauldrons.
“So it’s Fellow Daoist Xuanfeng...” The tension in the hall lingered until someone finally spoke. Gao Fangjing of the True Flame lineage was clad in his dark red robe and wielding a horse lance.
Many of the devil and Buddhist cultivators had already been eyeing him with suspicion due to his attire. But when they heard the cautious tone in Gao Fangjing’s voice, their gazes gradually shifted away, pretending to focus on one another instead.