"Cangzhu, are you really not going to stop those youngsters?"
Inside a spacious hall in the Abyssal Pavilion.
Dressed entirely in white, Third Seat Yunhua glanced at the scene outside the Abyssal Pavilion's entrance in the phantom image at the center of the hall, then asked First Seat Cangzhu, seated at its head, with some concern.
Yunhua was thin and pale, like someone who had only just recovered from a serious illness.
Like Ninth Seat Zhu Sha in the phantom image, his head was enveloped in a golden phantom, concealing his true appearance.
Unlike Zhu Sha's, however, the phantom enveloping his head took the shape of a cat's head.
First Seat Cangzhu, meanwhile, was clearly a Martial Artist by background, with an exceptionally burly build.
Clad in battle armor, he radiated a heart-quaking might simply by sitting there.
The phantom enveloping his head took the shape of a dragon's head, equally imposing.
"Although these youngsters were all chosen by the Abyssal Pavilion and have respectable cultivation, they have far too little experience. Let Yuezhu go to some trouble and teach them a proper lesson."
First Seat Cangzhu folded his arms across his chest, his gaze unruffled as he watched the phantom image at the center of the hall.
"But what if Yuezhu fails? She hasn't just been gone for a few hundred years, but several thousand. If her cultivation hadn't suffered, why would she have disappeared for so long?"
Yunhua looked at Cangzhu with a smile.
"Then that would mean she truly no longer qualifies to remain in the Abyssal Pavilion."
Cangzhu kept his eyes on the phantom image at the center of the hall as he spoke calmly.
"Ah..."
At those words, Yunhua suddenly sighed. He glanced over the thirteen empty seats in the deserted hall, then said somewhat