Draw the Blade

778, Draw the Blade

Heavenly Sun Divine Sect.

Main Hall.

Grand Palace.

With a thousand layers of glazed tiles, it kindled divine radiance for ten thousand miles.

This was Heavenly Sun.

Like the eastern sun that never set—eternal and powerful.

Inside the hall.

More than ten people sat in rows on either side.

In the seat of honor sat the sect's Affairs Sect Master.

He wore a divine dharma robe of radiant gold, his long hair a deep brown, with a conspicuous scar upon his forehead.

Huo Wenfa took a light sip of tea from the table before him and said with a smile, "Esteemed envoys have come from afar and must be weary from the journey. Why not stay for now? Should there be anything you require our sect to handle—"

"So long as it does not violate righteousness, our sect is willing to lend a hand, to fulfill the ties between us."

The person in charge was an elderly man who looked somewhat aged. He cupped his hands in greeting.

At the same time, he explained some of the circumstances behind their hurried journey to the Heavenly Sun Divine Sect.

Their meaning was still that they wished to confirm the young miss's safety as soon as possible.

"We will have to wait for Elder Meteorflame to arrive before we know about this matter."

So said the middle-aged man in a pale-gold dharma robe.

Huo Wenfa's expression did not change.

However, the two cultivators seated on the right who were clearly dressed as elders exchanged glances. Their meaning needed no words.

Affairs Sect Master Huo Wenfa glanced at the middle-aged cultivator in pale-gold robes, then at the two cultivators so obviously attired as elders, and could not help chuckling.

The struggle between the inner and outer sects had already