This was a vast recollection that could make an ordinary person's spiritual soul explode directly, but in front of Xue An's nearly boundless Divine Sense, it did not even stir a ripple.
In an instant, countless scenes seemed to flit across Xue An's eyes.
Then Xue An slowly closed his eyes.
An Yan stood quietly by his side, waiting.
After the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.
Suddenly, a trace of anger appeared on Xue An's face. Then, he abruptly looked up, and within his eyes, two bone-chilling lights flashed and disappeared.
But even so, the presence still made the entire Magic Treasures Pavilion tremble.
Inside the third floor, where Nian Nian was playing with a spirit-patterned ball, the ball emitted a baby-like shriek, then desperately burrowed into Nian Nian's embrace and dared not show itself again.
For as the spirit of the Magic Treasures Pavilion, it felt the bone-chilling cold emitting from Xue An more than anyone else.
