Only a brief moment had passed, yet it felt like a century.
The fluctuations of aura around Zhou Hui and Fu Yuan gradually subsided.
"In that case, the two of us will take our leave." Zhou Hui gave a cold laugh.
"In one month, the Hidden Sect Grand Assembly will convene at the Heavenly Pivot Pavilion. We will await you there, Prince of Northern Pacification."
With that, the two cupped their fists, turned, and left.
Only after both men had disappeared did anyone speak.
"I fear the Great Void Sword Sect and the Heavenly Pivot Pavilion won't let this rest. You'll have to be careful at the Hidden Sect Grand Assembly," Li Cheng'en said with a smile.
The Hidden Sect Grand Assembly?
Zhao Feng frowned. He remembered that Su Qingwan seemed to have attended the Hidden Sect Grand Assembly, which was why Murong Fu and the others had fallen for her at first sight.
"Seniors, what does this have to do with me?" he asked in confusion.
"The Hidden Sect Grand Assembly is held once every five years, but this year is different. The celestial signs have changed, and a great age has arrived. The Heavenly Mechanism Tower of the Heavenly Pivot Pavilion will open again after more than two hundred years," Lu Bing explained beside him.
Zhao Feng recalled what he had read in the Martial Suppression Bureau's records. The Heavenly Mechanism Tower had only opened twice. The first time was over five hundred years ago, before Great Yan was founded, when the man who later became Ji, the Martial Saint, had reached the summit. The second was over two hundred years ago, during Emperor Wu's reign, when no one had reached the top.
"When the Heavenly Mechanism Tower opens, fortune descends from heaven. The higher you climb and