C335 Eye of the Yellow Spring

The Elder of the icy mountain and the sect disciples gazed at Yang Xinyuan with wide eyes, astonishment etched on their faces.

"I never expected the Sect Master's words to be true," the Elder murmured, a spark of excitement igniting in his eyes.

Many disciples felt a wave of relief wash over them, grateful they had held onto hope.

Yang Xinyuan let out a cold snort