Wuliang Sword Sect.
By the time Lin Changhe staggered back to Wuliang Mountain, the largest sect in Moyun City had already fallen into chaos.
The reason was simple. Ever since the black coffin appeared above Moyun City, blotting out the sky, the Wuliang Sword Sect's grand-uncle had gone to investigate—and never returned. Wuliang Mountain had been plunged into a stifling gloom.
Then word came from the Soul-Calming Hall: the grand-uncle's life tablet had shattered. This renowned Extreme Realm expert of the Wuliang Sword Sect had perished, and the news sent shock waves through the sect.
The death of an Extreme Realm expert instantly threw the Wuliang Sword Sect into a panic. The grand-uncle had died far too quickly, without even sending back a single detail about the black coffin.
For a time, the sect's senior members gathered to discuss what to do. They even began evacuating the sect's talented disciples, preserving a seed for the future.
Just then, Lin Changhe returned from Moyun City. Once he was spotted, he was immediately brought to the Wuliang Hall.
Wuliang Hall.
This was where the Sword Sect held its meetings, and the sect's senior members had gathered there.
Ouyang Lan, the Wuliang Sword Sect's leader, sat in the seat of honor. He fixed his sharp gaze on Lin Changhe and asked in a flat voice:
"Tell us, what exactly is happening in Moyun City?"
"Also, did you see Grand-Uncle?"
The situation in Moyun City was impossible to read, and anyone with eyes could see it held unimaginable dangers. Grand-Uncle had perished there, too. Even the Wuliang Sword Sect's leader, himself an Extreme Realm martial artist, didn't dare rush over to investigate. He could only hope Lin Changhe had brought back some useful information.
"Grand-uncle? Heh..." Lin Changhe suddenly let out a silly