"They came first thing this morning! The Sect Master had people bring cushions for them to sit and wait. The tea has already been changed several times!"
"Did they cause any trouble?"
"No, no! They were incredibly polite! There are just too many of them. The main hall couldn't fit everyone, so some had to stand out in the courtyard."
When Su Han reached the plaza before the mountain gate, he saw a vast sea of heads from afar. High Heaven Immortal Sect's main hall was spacious enough for three hundred people to hold discussions at once, yet it was crammed full now, with several layers of people even standing beyond the threshold. The Sect Master sat at the head seat, calmly sipping tea. When he saw Su Han enter through the side door, he gave a slight nod, his gaze carrying a hint of, Handle it yourself.
Everyone's eyes turned toward him in unison.
It was a very strange feeling. Several hundred pairs of eyes landed on one person at once, like several hundred lamps shining on him together. They were warm, yet carried a scorching heat. Su Han stood beneath a corridor pillar at the side of the hall, suddenly at a loss for what to do. He did not know what to say, nor did he know what expression to wear. Having lived through three lifetimes in the Buddhist Realm's illusions, he had thought he had long seen through the ways of the world. Yet faced with these real, warm gazes, the tips of his ears still grew a little hot.
The first to speak was an elderly man with white hair and beard. Dressed in a gray-blue Daoist robe and leaning on a Coiled Dragon Cane, he rose tremblingly from his cushion. He walked before Su