At this moment, the branch hall remained a scene of bustling activity and clamor.
The Xuantian Hall cultivators were like ants kept in the dark, still unaware that a deadly crisis had already descended upon them like black clouds pressing down overhead.
Chen Ze strode swiftly along the winding, endless corridor, making his way unhindered toward the main hall.
Halfway there, a burst of orderly footsteps suddenly sounded ahead.
Chen Ze raised his eyes and saw a group of black-robed stewards approaching him.
Every one of these stewards wore a stern expression. Their steps were hurried yet steady, and they carefully held various dossiers in their hands.
They whispered among themselves, seemingly discussing some extremely important secret matter.
At the sight of Chen Ze, they froze briefly, then immediately stopped and bowed as though by instinct, calling out in unison, "Greetings, Elder Liu."
Chen Ze's expression remained unchanged. He merely nodded slightly in response.
Yet his gaze swept imperceptibly over the dossiers in their hands, attempting to glean some useful information from them.
However, the people of Xuantian Hall seemed exceedingly cautious. The writing on the dossiers had all been sealed with spiritual power, making them impossible for outsiders to inspect. Any attempt to pry into them by force would inevitably leave traces and be discovered.
Chen Ze thought to himself that these dossiers must concern some core secret. Otherwise, they would not have been guarded with such meticulous care.
Still, he gave nothing away. A faint air of authority remained on his face as he casually asked, "Where are you going?"
The leading black-robed steward stepped forward and bent respectfully as he answered, "In reply to Elder Liu, the Hall Master is currently discussing matters of action with the elders in the main hall.
"The situation is urgent. He