In the meteorite passage where red mist violently stirred, carrying a whiff of annihilation, Wang Xuan's gaze turned peculiar. Was this real? He scrutinized the message, confident that the handwriting belonged to Demon Lord Yan Yan.0

The other masters witnessed it too, finding it absurd, yet chose silence over commentary in this precarious situation.0

Even Old Zhang, who usually couldn't stop himself from speaking his mind, opted for silence. He did not wish to provoke a battle with Yan Yan here.0

Yan Yan herself had never felt so… frustrated and awkward. Maintaining a composed facade was a struggle amidst the oppressive silence.0

Wang Xuan's mind raced, then calmed. Could he be facing a severe beating? Even though he wasn't the author of those words, reason often fell on deaf ears.0

He couldn't help but feel that Yan Yan would use him as a scapegoat to escape her embarrassment. Eager to avoid an unjust punishment, he quickly said, "I understand!"0

He needed to stabilize the group, preempting any outburst from Yan Yan. To defuse the tension, he took the initiative.0

Apprehension was visible in the eyes of the other masters, all too aware of Yan Yan's temperament and silently anticipating Wang Xuan's imminent sentencing.0

"What are you trying to say?" Yan Yan asked, her calm exterior belying the turmoil within. She was ready to strike at any moment.0

"This is a matter of life and death, concerning...0