The inner area of the sect seemed to breathe a different air that day.
The cutting wind coming from the sword formation felt denser. Some thought so.
Mo Xia walked quickly, his hand firmly gripping Kyrian's arm, pulling him forcefully.
Behind them, Yanyu followed with short steps. Her eyes filled with worry.
Kyrian remained silent. His expression was serene, but his green eyes reflected a shadow of unease.
When they finally climbed to the top of the staircase, the central area opened before them.
The great hall of the sect stood at the top. A gigantic pavilion with jade columns and curved green roofs.
In front of the doors, Mei Ran awaited.
She also wore a green robe, while her two swords were still present at her waist. Her face looked more serious than usual.
"Enter. The leader is already waiting for you." She said bluntly, opening the door.
