In the Taiji Palace, the seven peaks convened.
Sect Leader Xuan Chen of Chonghe Peak, Peak Master Xuan Zheng of Zhengyang Peak, Peak Master Xuan Lin of Heavenly Void Peak, Peak Master Xuanzhen of Su Nu Peak, Peak Master Xuan Yin of Kunyin Peak, Peak Master Xuanming of Chi Ming Peak, and...
"Xuan Shang, why are you here? Where is Xuanfeng?" Xuanming asked with a grave voice.
The other six people all fixed their gazes on Xuan Shang, who stood in the position of the Wanfa Peak Master, each with a different expression.
Some were surprised, some malicious, some grim, and some deep in thought.
Just from the looks of those around him, one could roughly discern friend from foe.
However, the distinctions might not necessarily be set in stone.
Xuan Shang glanced lightly at the middle-aged Taoist standing next to him and the cold-faced female crown across from him. These two seemed to be on his side, but in reality, that might not be the case.
