Wēn Ruòhán was dead and the war that once ravaged the cultivation world had finally come to an end, but its aftermath gave rise to a new era of challenges.
Jīn Guāngshàn, a driven and ambitious Sect Leader driven by his insatiable thirst for power a...
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The Cultivators who were viewing the memories couldn't help but feel amused at the utterly dumbfounded expression on Wēn Qíng's face.
Her eyes were wide, brows raised high, mouth agape in a picture of pure incredulity that seemed almost comical in its exaggeration. But the cultivators also understood the reason behind her disbelieving reaction, as even they had worn similar expressions etched in shock when they first learned the earth-shattering truth — that the magnificent black panther was actually the legendary Luànzàng Gǎng given corporeal form.
"Poor Lady Wēn... But I can't blame her though," a female cultivator from the Guǎngyīn Sect murmured with a soft, tinkling giggle. She fanned herself delicately with an ornate silk fan, the very picture of refined elegance as her jewel-bright eyes danced with amusement. "Why, the revelation of the panther's true identity is rather earth-shattering, is it not? We were all stunned into insensibility upon first hearing the news ourselves."
"I'm sorry, did you say... the Luànzàng Gǎng?" Wēn Qíng's voice quivered with sheer, unadulterated incredulity as she visibly struggled to process what she had just heard. Her mind whirled ceaselessly, thoughts ricocheting as she tried in vain to make sense of Wèi Wúxiàn's words - that the fearsome black beast sitting before her with such regal indifference was none other than the fabled Luànzàng Gǎng, the most powerful and inscrutable of all spirit entities revered by cultivators across the entire cultivation world.
Wèi Wúxiàn regarded Wēn Qíng's flabbergasted reaction with faint amusement dancing in the crinkled corners of his eyes. But her poleaxed confusion was entirely understandable - he was sure that anyone finding themselves in her current place would have been struck just as utterly dumbstruck and disbelieving by the revelation.
"You heard it right, Wēn Qíng. I had indeed addressed this panther as Luànzàng Gǎng," Wèi Wúxiàn confirmed again, his deep, melodious voice lapping over the words with silken finality. As if to underscore the truth of his statement, the magnificent black panther sitting proud and regal at his side lifted its head and favored the assembled humans with a sharp, toothy grin that bared its impressive, curved fangs in an unmistakable display of wild, otherworldly might.
Wēn Qíng, along with the other Wēn survivors gathered behind her, were left utterly speechless once more upon hearing Wèi Wúxiàn's open reaffirmation that the glorious beast in their midst was none other than the primordial Luànzàng Gǎng itself. A heavy, stunned silence fell over them all, the tense hush only broken by the soft sounds of their ragged breathing as they struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the reality slowly sinking in around them.
