"What did you say?!" Han Danxia's face turned pale, staring intently at Ye Xuan, a hint of horror emerging deep in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it.
"I said..." Ye Xuan spoke slowly and unhurriedly: "The technique you cultivate is not that of the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect."
Everyone was shocked as they looked at Han Danxia, not understanding.
Back then, Han Danxia had ascended to the position of Sect Master by virtue of being the Saint Heir, and now Ye Xuan was saying that the cultivation technique Han Danxia studied was not that of the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect?
Isn't this ridiculous?
Involuntarily, the scene of Zhao Ding confronting Han Danxia just now replayed in their minds.
What exactly happened eighty thousand years ago at the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect?
"Ye Xuan, don't speak out of line, I grew up in the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect, how could I not have cultivated its techniques?" Han Danxia said in a deep voice with a pale face.
