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Silence fell over the scene.

About half an incense stick later, a gust of wind swept through, and a burly figure appeared directly in front of everyone.

It was an old man, around seventy years old, over seven feet tall, with a full head of white hair and beard, dressed in a loose white robe. His back was as straight as a pine tree.

In Shi Lan's perception, the old man's aura was constantly shifting, one moment indistinguishable from an ordinary person, the next as unfathomable as a vast ocean.

"Greetings, Old Sect Master." Qiu Hongxin bowed slightly.

The elders standing before the main hall bowed deeply. "Greetings, Old Sect Master."

"Hongxin, why have you asked me to come out of seclusion?" The old man glanced around and asked softly.

Qiu Hongxin stepped forward and briefly explained the cause and effect of the matter.

The old man's calm expression turned as dark as water. He glanced at Sikong Qian beside him, then looked at Shi Lan. "Are you from the Demon Suppression Army?"

Shi Lan nodded. "That's right."

Seeing the grim look on the old man's face, Sikong Qian's heart became uncertain. Not knowing what the Old Sect Master was thinking, he tentatively spoke, "Old Sect Master, let me explain..."

"Scoundrel!" The old man roared. Before Sikong Qian could finish speaking, he flicked his wrist and sent him flying with a slap.

Sikong Qian was sent flying dozens of feet, crashing through a wall and into a side hall, where he fell silent.

Seeing the old man's anger, the elders were struck dumb with fear. The elders who had spoken up for Sikong Qian earlier now kept their eyes to themselves, daring not to say another word.

"Sikong Qian tried to rob the Demon Suppression Army, and his death is