"The Sacred Sect?" Ye Tianming looked surprised at the words.
Yet the Night King sat at the head of the hall. Though he revealed not the slightest trace of his aura and looked as ordinary as a wealthy old man of the secular world, his disciples knew full well what a powerful, even terrifying titan of the unorthodox path lay beneath that unremarkable exterior.
Thus, although doubts filled their hearts, none dared act rashly. They could only stand there silently and listen until the Night King finished.
"My young friends, I am Zhu Fei, guardian of the Stone Mountain totem. I believe you have heard something of the legends concerning our clan, but you may not understand the intricacies involved. Today, with His Excellency the Night King's approval, I shall briefly explain our clan's origins, along with the secrets of the Sacred Sect we safeguard..."
The man whom the Night King had called Elder Zhu of the Heavenly Saint Church was a somewhat gaunt old man in his eighties.
He sat openly in the seat of the principal guest to the Night King's right. In the enormous hall, only he and the Night King were seated, showing that his standing was far from ordinary.
After the Night King finished speaking, Zhu Fei looked at the others. A hint of wistfulness crossed his face, and he began recounting his story in an unhurried voice.
"I belong to the Stone Mountain Zhu Clan. My original surname was Wang, and my name was Wang Guo. In the past, I even earned a nickname among the common folk for my deft, empty-handed thievery..."
"Thief King Wang Guo! He's actually Thief King Wang Guo!"
At those words, the Night King's disciples could not help looking at him in surprise.
Even Ye Tianming could not conceal