"Tap...."
"Tap...."
"Tap...."
The fierce wind swept in as a group entered the grand hall.
Xu Yuan led the way, followed by Ran Qingmo, Zhou Chen, and Bai Zhao, their footsteps light yet weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
The hall was grand, yet compared to the Tianyuan Grand Gathering, the furnishings had been greatly simplified. The Sect Master's throne and Elder seats on either side had been removed, leaving only a long table facing the entrance.
On the right side, over a dozen Sword Sect and Sect Alliance leaders had already taken their seats, banners embroidered with the Sword Sect emblem hanging from the ceiling.
The only seat on the left side remained vacant.
Behind it, a giant flag depicting a fearsome black dragon overlooked everything in the hall under the bright yellow light.
Everything was suffocatingly silent,
Especially when the young man leading scanned the crowd with his gaze.
Thirty yards.
Twenty yards.
Ten yards.
Rustle.....
