C614 prompt

Han Xuefeng's pupils constricted as he quickly walked to the front of the speaker.

In front of the disciples of the Ancient Divine Sect, there was a strange pattern.

Many lines had been drawn into a strange pattern.

Han Xuefeng slowly bent his body down and gently touched the lines with his hand.

Following which, a surge of zhenqi emanated from his hand, converging into a vast aura