"Who goes there?"
Before the mountain gate, the eight disciples on guard watched dozens of figures approach menacingly, their expressions changing sharply.
Their leader gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist and demanded an answer, his stern voice echoing before the gate.
Besides asking the visitors' identities, his shout also served as a warning.
The man leading the group stepped forward from among the dozens of visitors.
His face looked merely middle-aged, but his hair was already as white as snow, making him particularly striking. He walked at an unhurried pace, and with every step, his aura rose another notch.
By the time he stopped, his aura as a Top Grandmaster was unmistakable.
That suffocatingly powerful pressure spread in all directions like a tangible force blotting out the sky, making the eight disciples' breaths catch and cold sweat seep from the palms gripping their swords.
"The Violet Sky Sect has come to pay a visit!"
The white-haired man stood with his hands behind his back, infusing his voice with true qi. His deep, resonant voice rang like a great bell, carrying throughout Mount Cangwu.
Inside the Sect Master's Hall, the teacup in Chen Tianyuan's hand abruptly paused. The tea trembled slightly, spilling a drop onto the desk.
His expression shifted slightly. He set down the cup and darted out of the hall.
At the Instruction Hall, Law Enforcement Hall, Rain Listening Hall, Pill Hall, and Armory Hall, the hall masters and elders scattered across Mount Cangwu all changed expression. They put aside their tasks and hurried toward the mountain gate as fast as they could.
At the Supreme Elder's Courtyard on the rear mountain.
Fang Han was working through the Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps in the courtyard. When the voice reached his ears, his steps halted, and his brow