Commanding

Yu Long's steps paused slightly as he looked back.

He seemed somewhat surprised by the person who had called him to a halt.

The sect revered white, and most disciple cultivators wore white robes. The higher their status, the more exquisite their Dharma robes became.

Take him, for instance. He wore a white-jade robe accented with golden flames, with white jade occupying most of it. Yet the one who had spoken wore a black-and-crimson Daoist robe, and his hair was not tied in the sect's traditional topknot.

Yu Long cupped his hands. "Senior Brother Wu, what is so urgent that it cannot wait?"

"I believe this matter needs to be discussed at precisely this moment." Wu Rong narrowed his eyes and smiled at Yu Long, who was about to depart, while his gaze swept over the Ancestral Hall before them.

The Sect Master had said he would pass away in meditation within the Ancestral Hall. They had waited.

Now that the Sect Master was dead, there was no need for him to explain what the situation inside the Ancestral Hall might be.

Before coming here, they had heard that the Sect Master wished to speak with his master, which was why they had been dismissed.

Yet Wu Rong had not sensed his master's spiritual aura.

Perhaps the Ancestral Hall's formations had isolated it, but another thought faintly stirred in his heart.

Yu Long froze for a moment before saying, "Then please speak quickly, Senior Brother."

Yet Wu Rong's next words still greatly shocked Yu Long.

"I wish to enter the Ancestral Hall as well."

Seeing Wu Rong's grave and earnest expression, Yu Long's face abruptly darkened. He said in a deep voice, "Does Senior Brother not know that the Sect Master stated while alive that only the next Sect Master