C1008 Foreign Land, Ancestral Land

Holy Palace of Spiritual Martial Arts, Sixth Young Master Peak, in a glorious hall.

Yang Fann sat at the main seat and swept his gaze across the hall.

Golden rays of light continuously flashed in his eyes, as if they were the light of a god, as if they could see through everything and see through the void.

Not far away from him sat a Emaciated Old Man