The main hall of the Yun Ge Sect.
When Su Shi'er and his companions arrived, only Sect Master Ren Yunzong and an old man in white sat inside the hall. Elder He, the cultivator from the Donghai Mu Family, had evidently already left.
In the earlier battle, Ren Yunzong had fought two opponents alone and clearly sustained serious injuries. The weakness of his aura was visible to the naked eye.
By contrast, the old man in white possessed an even stronger, deeply restrained aura, as though the towering might of a lofty mountain lay within him.
The moment they entered the hall, the old man's gaze swept over them, then settled on Su Shi'er.
Under that gaze, Su Shi'er's heart tightened for no apparent reason. He had the unsettling illusion that the man could see straight through him.
But his resolve had always been firm, and his expression barely changed under that scrutiny. Looking straight ahead, he likewise studied the other man.
The man before him had deep-set eyes, two swordlike brows, and an eagle's gaze. One glance was enough to tell that he was no easy opponent.
What a Mist Hidden Sect! After sealing its gates for so many years, it emerged with a powerhouse like this. From the looks of it, the sect must still have considerable strength hidden away.
His gaze is sharp, and his appearance alone marks him as a man of deep schemes. The atmosphere in the hall is rather heavy. It seems the sect master's discussion with him hasn't gone smoothly.
As these thoughts turned silently in his mind, Su Shi'er looked the man over once before turning to Ren Yunzong in the seat of honor. He cupped his hands and offered a brief greeting.
"Su Shi'er greets you, Sect Master, Martial Brother!"
"Everyone,