Disciples from Xuantian Sect had heard the news from the Deacon Hall, and the sight of Ye Xuan inevitably brought forth a sense of schadenfreude.
A novice so arrogant and domineering, it made no sense if he didn't suffer divine punishment.
Ye Xuan's hearing was exceptional; he caught snippets of these whisperings but he did not mind, merely pausing for a moment before stepping through the gates of the Spirit Frost Pavilion.
"Indeed, a cultivation treasure land."
The moment Ye Xuan entered the Spirit Frost Pavilion, he felt Spiritual Energy surging from all directions, causing even the meridians within his body to groan with abundance.
No wonder the Inner Sect Four Demons had monopolized this place. Cultivation here was bound to yield twice the result with half the effort.
This Spirit Frost Pavilion had only one main hall, but it also had eight side halls, each of them evidently carved with meticulous care, emanating a grand and majestic aura.
