A dozen minutes later, Zhu Hanshu strode steadily into the Council Hall in a side chamber of the Ancestral Hall.
As soon as he entered, he saw Clan Chief Chen Yu standing at the head of the hall, his back turned and his hands clasped behind him, studying the image on the wall.
It was a painting of sword qi sweeping unhindered in every direction, said to have been painted personally by Chen Feiyi, the ancestor who had carried their lineage forward. It helped viewers comprehend swordsmanship.
Of course, it only benefited High-Rank Soul Masters. The lower one's Cultivation Level, the less one felt from it, which was why it hung in this hall.
The hall buzzed with voices. Zhu Hanshu looked around and found that quite a crowd had gathered.
Chen Wenchao, Zhu Yanfeng, Ling Yunxiao, Xia Yun, Luo Qingrui, Mu Lingyun, and the others had already taken the front seats on either side. Even members of the middle generation, such as Chen Wu, the Clan School's head, and Ximen Shaoping, who oversaw logistics, were among them.
Zhu Tianhao, Xia Ying, Zhao Lin, Cheng Yuan, Cheng Yun, Ma Suyun, and the others sat in the rear rows, along with prominent members of the various families who had remained in the village.
Everyone chatted in twos and threes, their voices rising and falling in a lively hubbub.
Nearly every Soul Saint-level expert in the village had come today. Even Qi Shuiyue, the elderly wife of Grand Elder Chen Hong, had attended in person.
Clearly, today's meeting was no ordinary affair.
Moreover, as a meticulous and rigorous Support Type Soul Master, Zhu Hanshu was highly sensitive to everything around him.
He sensed that the hall's arrangement seemed different today, but could not immediately put his finger on what was wrong. He