The cool voice was not loud, yet it rang out clearly above the shouts of dozens of disciples in the square.
Han Yu lowered her sword and stood still, driving the Greatsword point-first into the bluestone paving with a dull thud. Lu Chang'an swung the Iron Hammer onto his back, and Gu Qinghe straightened his clothes. All three strode over to Su Yueli and bowed respectfully.
The dozens of young disciples likewise stopped at once, standing behind them as silent as cicadas in winter, their eyes filled with fervor and reverence.
In the Eternal Life Martial Sect, Su Yueli's will alone prevailed.
"Sect Master," Han Yu said solemnly, cupping her fists.
Su Yueli set down her teacup, her expression calm. "Eight hundred li north of Azure Cloud City, deep in the Black Dragon Mountains, an ancient secret realm from the previous dynasty will open in two days."
Gu Qinghe's eyes flickered at those words.
As the person responsible for the sect's intelligence and resource allocation, he understood immediately. "You mean the Black Dragon Secret Realm, Sect Master? Rumor has it that it's a shattered pocket world left behind by an ancient cultivator, appearing only once every sixty years. The major sects and cultivation lineages of the Inner City have had their eyes on it for a long time. Even the imperial family has sent inspectors to watch it in secret."
"There are several fifth-tier foundation-fortifying herbs inside that have long since vanished from the outside world."
Su Yueli went straight to the point, her tone level. "Han Yu has just entered the fourth realm. The Fourth Tier medicinal ointments we have in the rear courtyard are already losing their effectiveness. To advance further, she'll need a new marrow ointment formulated with Fifth Stage spirit herbs."
Gu Qinghe nodded, his expression