Fang Han stepped into the hall.
The hall was brightly lit, and the scent of sandalwood drifted through the air.
Chen Tianyuan sat at the head of the hall. Hearing footsteps, he looked up, his gentle eyes landing on Fang Han.
"Disciple Fang Han pays his respects to the Sect Leader."
Fang Han took a few steps forward and bowed.
"No need for formalities. Sit."
Chen Tianyuan gestured for Fang Han to take a seat below him.
Fang Han did as he was told and sat down.
"I summoned you today to inform you of something."
Chen Tianyuan leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Fang Han. After a moment of silence, he spoke.
Fang Han's expression turned serious as he awaited the Sect Leader's next words.
"The Netherworld Pavilion has taken the initiative to sue for peace."
Chen Tianyuan spoke slowly, his voice calm as ever but tinged with an undisguisable sense of satisfaction.
"The Netherworld Pavilion… sued for peace?"
