At that moment, someone unwittingly touched a switch, and the Secret Chamber suddenly lit up.
Only then did everyone realize how large the Secret Chamber was-far larger than they had imagined. It was circular, with a neat ring of candles set along the walls three feet above the floor.
The candles burned brightly. Clearly, they were the source of all the light in the Secret Chamber.
In addition, a platform with three steps stood in the center of the circular Secret Chamber, and an enormous rectangular Sword Casket rested atop it.
Wei Qian frowned. He could hardly imagine how large a sword would have to be to need a casket like this.
He tried to probe its contents with his divine sense, only to discover that, whatever material the Sword Casket was made of, a cultivator's divine sense could not penetrate it at all.
Wei Qian was not the only one present who frowned. The others could not help doing so as well.
Although they remained somewhat wary, some still could not resist taking a few steps forward when they saw the others around them itching to move.
Once one person moved, the others followed. Before long, the platform was packed with cultivators.
No one spoke, but a glance at their eyes was enough to reveal the blazing fire within their gazes. Clearly, none of them intended to yield to anyone else.
Strangely enough, however, once these people stood on the platform, none of them moved again.
In the end, Wei Qian spoke first. Though he was smiling, a trace of coldness lurked in his eyes. "Everyone, hear me out first."
The instant he finished speaking, every gaze landed on him.
Wei Qian cleared his throat. "This Sword Casket is so large that there may be more than one Immortal