From a distant temple, the melodious sounds of chime music flowed, soft and beautiful, its melody delighting the soul and instantly diluting the ominous aura of killing that filled the air.
Wuzhiqi smiled lightly, his hand still gripping the Sea Control Hook unmovingly, and spoke softly, "The Heavenly Emperor sure doesn't make a small impression, descending to the Lower Realm with gods guarding him, and even the sounds of string and woodwind music accompany him. Hm, palace music, balanced and harmonious—it definitely has the style of Heaven."
Behind the door, the gods were all silent, neither speaking nor moving, but countless pairs of eyes were fixed intently on the three individuals. Being stared at by so many was of course not a pleasant feeling. Xuanji's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat as he asked Wuzhiqi in a low voice, "What should we do? Should we really break in and attack?"
