Leaving the Sect

A powerful aura swept through the sect's main hall. Red Lion and Evil Flood Dragon shuddered all over, their faces seeming to reveal traces of humanlike fear.

"Junior Brother Huo's strength has grown even greater." He Yanming's expression shifted slightly as he sensed the fleeting aura.

He had thought that after this period of seclusion, having achieved Seven-Meridian Martial Momentum, his strength would increase greatly and the gap between him and the sect master would narrow somewhat. Yet that aura had made it clear to him that not only had the gap not shrunk, it had instead grown wider and wider.

"Worthy of being the genius of our generation who suppressed every peer in the Guiyuan Upper Sect." With a self-mocking shake of his head, he no longer spared the Third Elder another glance. He withdrew his aura and climbed the stone steps.

One step, one footprint; every step questioned the martial heart.

Atop the mountain stood an ancient-looking great hall. Four stone pillars rose before it, each carved with a powerhouse from the Guiyuan Upper Sect's history who had advanced to [Martial Aspect].

Creak.

Before He Yanming and the Third Elder had even reached the entrance, the hall doors opened outward on their own without any wind.

"Guiyuan Upper Sect's Third Great Elder Jiang Wu and Fifth Great Elder He Yanming pay respects to the Sect Master."

The two of them bowed slightly in unison toward the middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, who sat cross-legged on a cushion inside the hall. The Sect Master was a peak expert with all Eleven Veins opened; he deserved this courtesy.

"Please, have a seat, Elders."

His voice was warm and gentle, as though it sounded directly in their hearts, soothing away the anger within them.

After sitting for a while and