The young sword cultivator sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed suddenly opened a pair of deep, icy eyes.
In an instant, the four seasons within the hall seemed to reverse once more—spring, summer, autumn, winter—until they finally settled upon a vast expanse of snow.
Snowflakes drifted down.
Then, in the blink of an eye, they vanished into the floor of the great hall.
With a withdrawal of his thoughts, the hall returned to its former completeness.
"Master."
A disciple listening to the Dao at his side bowed and asked.
Knowing that their master had awakened at this moment, there had to be something he wished to instruct them about.
The young sword cultivator was none other than the Li Luoyang of old, except the aura around him was now even more distant and profound, with an added trace of ruthlessness.
"One of your junior brothers will be arriving soon."
That was his first sentence.
The hall was not empty. Several dozen people sat upon meditation cushions below him.
At those words, all of them showed a hint of surprise.
Their master had not accepted disciples for a long time.
Could it be this time?
"He was a registered disciple I accepted at the Profound Heaven Dao Academy. Back then, I told all seven of them that once they formed their Golden Core, they could come to the dojo and formally take me as their master."
"Which of you is willing to go receive him?"
Li Luoyang spoke calmly.
Having heard the full story, the many disciples below could not help exchanging glances.
Yet Li Luoyang seemed to have sensed something through his thoughts.
He did not continue speaking.
"Master, this disciple is willing to go." The young man on the second meditation cushion to the left rose and said.
"There